I can’t help it, OK? I was born the oldest daughter in a family of five children. I was born to be bossy. I was born to worry about the “little ones”. I was born to please, to serve, to do the right thing.
Is it my personality or is it birth order? I’m sure if I studied psychology I could find the answers. But, I am pretty sure it’s a little of both – personality and birth order.
The story of Martha is right up my alley. I would be the one huffing and puffing, and heaving big sighs and tapping my foot. I would be the one worrying about “will I have enough food to go around?” I would be the one scurrying around to see if all the guests’ rooms have enough sheets and towels.
I can almost hear Jesus say “Susie, oh Susie, you are worried and upset about many things, but only one thing is needed.”
And then – I fall to my knees and say: “Bless the Lord, O my soul and all that is within me bless Your Holy Name!”
I can help it – I just need to call His Name!
Luke 10: 38-42 (AMP) Now while they were on their way, it occurred that Jesus entered a certain village, and a woman named Martha received and welcomed Him into her house. 39 And she had a sister named Mary, who seated herself at the Lord’s feet and was listening to His teaching.
40 But Martha [overly occupied and too busy] was distracted with much serving; and she came up to Him and said, Lord, is it nothing to You that my sister has left me to serve alone? Tell her then to help me [to lend a hand and do her part along with me]!
41 But the Lord replied to her by saying, Martha, Martha, you are anxious and troubled about many things; 42 There is need of only one or but a few things. Mary has chosen the good portion [that which is to her advantage], which shall not be taken away from her