Sitting at His Feet
I’ve felt a little like Mary lately.
Not Mary, the mother of Jesus,
but Mary, the sister of Martha.
Mary, the one who –
despite all the
hustle and bustle
that would naturally accompany
Jesus and His disciples
as guests in your home –
chose to do the unnatural
and still herself
in His presence
and sit at His feet.
Mary, the one who –
despite the fact she
wasn’t a disciple,
wasn’t a man,
wasn’t a guest
but instead
was the one expected
to serve the meal,
chose to place herself
in the one place
where she, herself,
could receive of the Bread of life.
Mary, the one who
despite the fact
her sister didn’t understand,
her sister didn’t approve,
her sister fussed and fumed,
decided the hurt and the upset
was worth the risk
to find her own
healing and wholeness.
Sometimes, we are called to serve.
And, sometimes –
sometimes we are called
to be still,
to be focused,
to be intentionally front and center,
to be about no other business
than the business
of sitting at Jesus’ feet.
Sometimes, we are called to minister to others.
And, sometimes –
sometimes we are called
to allow The One
we minister to other’s about
minister to us –
unrivaled,
undisturbed,
uninterrupted.
So,
for the last couple of months,
the me who tries to be
a Mary/Martha mix –
has been totally and completely
leaning to the Mary side.
Instead of
hustling and bustling
serving others,
I have been
intentionally and purposefully
placing myself
where I am the one who can
be fed,
be filled,
be convicted,
be counseled,
be instructed,
be pruned,
be refined,
be refreshed,
be renewed,
be comforted,
be encouraged,
be taught,
be led,
be changed more and more into His likeness.
Serving is good,
but so is basking.
Giving of yourself to others is good,
but so is allowing yourself to be given to.
Most seasons,
we are called to do both –
to serve and be served,
to give and to receive.
But sometimes,
sometimes we need
to be like Mary.
Sometimes we need
to still ourself
in His presence
and intentionally partake –
allowing God
to fill us up to overflowing.
I’ve felt a little like Mary lately,
and I have no doubt
I have made the right choice
because deep in my heart
I have finally decided
I don’t want to be
the best version of me –
I want to be
the truest version of Jesus.
And this –
this takes place
sitting at His feet.
~Stacy
