As I drove home from a very long day at work, I listened to the end of a recorded sermon from one of my favorite pastors.
The message focused on being worried and upset. The scripture she taught from is a passage near and dear to my heart because it hits so close to home in terms of what I struggle with.
- Luke 10:38-42 Now as they were traveling along, Jesus went into a village. A woman named Martha welcomed him into her home. She had a sister named Mary, who sat down at the Lord’s feet and kept listening to what he was saying. But Martha was worrying about all the things she had to do, so she came to him and asked, “Lord, you do care that my sister has left me to do the work all by myself, don’t you? Then tell her to help me.” The Lord answered her, “Martha, Martha! You worry and fuss about a lot of things. But there’s only one thing you need. Mary has chosen what is better, and it is not to be taken away from her.”
Martha, Martha, Martha.
I can relate to Martha. I am the busy one. I find it hard to even sit still and watch TV with my son without doing something else with my hands… folding laundry, flipping through my phone, sorting through the mail…you get the picture.
In turn, I find myself holding those same expectations of others. It’s like I expect people to be busy all the time.
As I listened to the close of her message, something captured my attention deeply.
She talked about being still, in His presence, in the unforced rhythms of grace.
Unforced… obviously means to not force something
To take that one step further, it means to be free….
Rhymth…a strong repeated pattern
Grace…the undeserved favor
When I think of it all wrapped together, it comforts and amazes me.
And to be completely honest, convicts me.
I find it so much easier to wrestle in the unrest of anxiety and fear instead of rest at the feet of Jesus. I ask Him to please take my burdens, but I so easily take them back as I play through the game of what ifs and conjure up a multitude of circumstances.
In the famous words of Dr. Phil…. how’s that working for you?
Um, well, actually not so well.
What if instead I chose to rest at the feet of Jesus like Mary?
How different would my life feel if I trusted in the unforced rhythms of grace?
As anxiety tugs at the deepest places within me, I ask myself those very questions.
What if I trust Jesus with my worries and fears enough to let Him keep them instead of me trying to take them back to hold onto them just a little while longer?
Could I finally find the quiet I yearn for in the unforced rhythms of His grace?
I believe I could. And you can, too.
It’s a sweet surrender…a little more dying to self. If we choose to trust Him, He promises to be right there with us.