Sitting at His Feet

            I have a terrible attention span. I can only sit in a classroom and focus for about 5 minutes before my brain wanders onto a rabbit trail. I blame it on my inability to relax—I have 3 jobs, I am going to school, I run a side-business, and I have a brain that doesn’t let me sit down. My brain denies me the privilege of stopping and smelling the flowers. That’s not an admirable feature to have. Why? Because it stops me from what I need most—time sitting at Jesus’s feet. Remember the story of Martha and Mary?

“Now as they went on their way, Jesus entered a village. And a woman named Martha welcomed him into her house. And she had a sister called Mary, who sat at the Lord’s feet and listened to his teaching. But Martha was distracted with much serving. And she went up to him and said, “Lord, do you not care that my sister has left me to serve alone? Tell her then to help me.” But the Lord answered her, “Martha, Martha, you are anxious and troubled about many things, but one thing is necessary. Mary has chosen the good portion, which will not be taken away from her.” Luke 10:38-42

            The truth is, the world applauds my work ethic and my ability to handles LOADS of stress and deadlines. When work, stress or emotional strain is placed onto my shoulders, I don’t even flinch. In fact, I almost enjoy the thrill of juggling it all. It’s almost like the game of “not letting the balloon touch the ground”, but it’s in the form of not letting my responsibilities crash and burn. Fun!! My work ethic is a big one, but it is one that causes me to miss out on something so much more valuable—time with Jesus.
            If you take a deeper look into this type of work ethic, I think it also shows a lack of trust in Jesus. I typically get very concerned about my finances and the future. You know that fear of living in a cardboard box? Well, that fear likes to cling on me. So, I try to combat that fear by piling up my workload, in hopes that I can sufficiently provide for myself. I’m used to being on my own, so that’s a valid fear to have, right? Wrong, honey bun.
            My mentor, Camille, had watched me get myself wrapped up into an overwhelming amount of work a few months ago. She bluntly told me one day that my fear of not being taken care of is a demon from my past. True, but hard swallow. I am so concerned about my physical needs that I neglect my spiritual needs. But if I just sat down and listened to Jesus, I would know that my physical needs are already taken care of by Him. My financial standing, credit score, future career, can all be taken from me. My spiritual fruit, the Word of God, and Jesus’s blood and resurrection can never be taken from me.
            So, like Martha, I work too hard. You probably do, too. If not, good for you! But you better be reading your Bible instead of eating bonbons, sis. What I want you to take from this is: you are never too busy to spend time with the One who bled and rose again for you. It’s a dangerous trap to stay out of in today’s world, and it’s even harder to get out of. Stay close to Jesus, let Him be your vision.