I am Mary at heart. In the evening, I ramble across the fields with my friend, Jesus, knowing how privileged I am to be sharing the joy of creation with the Creator Himself, and I sense His delight in my appreciation of His artwork.
Sometimes I sit on an anthill and ask Him things, or just listen to the tiny sounds around me and perceive His unfathomable greatness, reaching beyond the galaxies and yet revealed in every tiny detail. Wisdom, Perfection, Awesome Power, and yet fully focused on my every thought, spending moments with me that stretch on to eternity. His words are a gentle whisper - I cannot catch them all, so I hold them lightly against my heart and wait.
I am Martha in the flesh - too busy to wander about on hills. 100 things to be done, and fast! People get in my way, keep interrupting me. They're everywhere - in the traffic, on ends of phones, on the streets asking for my money, in the bathroom when I want it, even staying in my house!
Sometimes I sit on an anthill and ask Him things, or just listen to the tiny sounds around me and perceive His unfathomable greatness, reaching beyond the galaxies and yet revealed in every tiny detail. Wisdom, Perfection, Awesome Power, and yet fully focused on my every thought, spending moments with me that stretch on to eternity. His words are a gentle whisper - I cannot catch them all, so I hold them lightly against my heart and wait.
I am Martha in the flesh - too busy to wander about on hills. 100 things to be done, and fast! People get in my way, keep interrupting me. They're everywhere - in the traffic, on ends of phones, on the streets asking for my money, in the bathroom when I want it, even staying in my house!
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