I see you are busy about many things,
So I am asking you if, for a moment, You could release the work of your hands And simply sit with me? Take hold of my words, Martha, instead, Let them do the washing, feeding, and mending. Take hold of my gaze, Martha, Let it settle the restlessness of your heart. Behold me, Martha. Behold me. Be fully present in this stillness with me, Join your attention to mine. Martha, my fellowship is not a waste of time. Martha, it's in your busyness that you miss me. You are free to slow down for a moment, Find rest in me, I will call you up again, I am not forgetful of the work at hand, I am not forgetful of the time - Do you trust me? With your time? With your full attention? With your every sense of security? It is better to be still and know that I am God. The faithful, Martha, are those who open their hearts to me continually, who respond to my call to seek my face. Martha, you know my face. I look on you with love. Comments are closed.
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