Since this is my first blog post here, I should probably use this opportunity to explain where “I’m not Martha” comes from. In my second post I’ll share with you more about who I am…
I’m not Martha. I’m not Martha Stewart, and I’m not Martha from the Biblical account of Martha and Mary. I am a sinner saved by grace, and I do a lot of messing up, but I strive to be better all of the time.
If you’re not familiar with the story of Martha and Mary you can find it in Luke 10:38-42, but let me give you a very basic rundown of it here, also: Martha, Mary, and Lazarus were good friends with Jesus. (Maybe that sounds more familiar because Lazarus is the man who Jesus brought back to life after he died). Once when Jesus came to visit his friends, Martha was there preparing the food and serving everyone, as a good hostess would do. Her sister, Mary on the other hand was sitting at the feet of Jesus with the men listening to him speak. Naturally, Martha got upset and asked Jesus to tell Mary to help her in the kitchen, but much to her surprise Jesus said that Mary was the one who was doing what was best.
I think most women can relate to Martha in this story because often women feel they need to do it all, and eventually get burnt out trying to be everything to everyone. To be clear, I am in no way suggesting that by likening myself to Mary in this story that I think I am always doing the right thing. In fact, I’m sure there are plenty of times that I should be a little more like Martha. The world needs people like Martha, but there are times in all of our lives that we need to be more like Mary. We need to take a step back from the demands that life puts on us and pay attention to more than just our to-do list. We need to rest in the comforting wisdom of the teachings provided to us so that we can learn and grow, and face this world with a stronger foundation.
There needs to be a balance in our lives of the Martha/Mary dichotomy, but the point is to have our priorities straight. I have heard so many references to this account over the years with an increase in the last couple in particular, and it has always resonated with me. I hear Christian women often discussing how they specifically, or women in general are just like Martha, and I have typically sat there in silence feeling as though there was something wrong with me because I was the only one who felt like Mary in the story. I distinctly recall a conversation with my Mom and a good friend several years back where they both said they were Martha and tired of being that way. I admitted to being like Mary – both obviously already aware of this fact. My Mom replied that it’s because of how she raised me, which is true. I am grateful for this, but somehow still used to feel guilty about it. That is no longer the case, though. I now hear women say how much they are like Martha and feel blessed to not have that weight of feeling as though they have to be everything to everyone all of the time.
As far as Martha Stewart is concerned? Well, let me just say that I get the epic fail of any attempt I make at trying to be crafty and creative in the “Martha Stewart way.” I wish I was blessed with just a small sliver of what she is capable of accomplishing, but that is just not my path. I have learned to embrace it, though I tremendously admire the abilities of those have it. I have several friends whose creativity blows me away! They are the type whose real life looks like the perfect Pintrest board, and I wish I could just hire them to make my house look like it should be in “Better Homes and Gardens Magazine,” too!
I realized in middle school I was cursed with no creative talent when I took shop class to avoid computers (I’m still failing in the tech savvy department today, perhaps because of this miscalculation). Well, my shop class project was labeled – by the teacher mind you, “the project from hell.” It was supposed to be a simple jewelry box. It was a disaster. Four pieces of wood should not be that hard to hammer together. It was. I knew then I had no talent in this realm, but as an adult I still made multiple attempts at being crafty. They turned out pretty much the same way as my jewelry box. I may even make a few more attempts at being crafty because, well, I enjoy a good laugh as much as the next person and have no problem laughing at myself!
I’m not Martha. And that is ok. I am uniquely me (just ask the many who have told me they have never met anyone like me). I realized that this has been a theme in my life, and probably for some very significant reasons. I’ve contemplated this blog for months and months now, and I’m finally taking that first step in a new direction from my old blog.
So, there you have it. My first blog for “I’m Not Martha” and a bit of an explanation as to where it came from. I appreciate you taking the time to check it out.