My Confession

I have a confession to make. I hope you won't judge me harshly, as it's something we've probably all done, especially we women. I have been more "Martha" than "Mary".101_0021

I confess I've been more concerned with the 'things' in my life--(especially my office and my physical surroundings) than my time spent with the Lord.

OUCH.

Kinda hurts when He makes it that clear and personal.

"As Jesus and his disciples were on their way, he came to a village where a woman name Martha opened her home to him. She had a sister called Mary, who sat at the Lord's feet listening to what he said. But Martha was distracted by all the preparations that had to be made...'Martha, Martha,'the Lord answered, 'you are worried and upset about many things, but only one thing is needed. Mary has chosen what is better, and it will not be taken away from her.'" --Luke 10:38-41(NIV)

I confess I've let 'things' keep me from spending time with my Lord, even today.

My intention was to do my devotional time first, then take care of the little things in the kitchen that always seem to pile up.

HA!

My day started with Bible reading, thanks to an app on my phone. It is not an in-depth Bible study I'm looking at, but it is God's Word, rather than birds with anger issues. Yet I found myself dozing back to sleep while reading.

Once down in the kitchen, my eyes swept along the counter needing a good wipe and the dishwasher needing to be emptied. The dirty dishes on the counter waiting to be cleaned lined the cabinet, like a marching band at the Macy's parade.

I couldn't ignore them; there was no room to prep vegetables for a smoothie.

(I confess this is my new way of getting more vegetables into my diet.)

As I pulled the bag of spinach from the bottom of the refrigerator, I noticed a brownish puddle near the bottom of the bins.

It appears the hamburger I bought the other day had leaked its contamination all over the bottom of the 'fridge. This necessitated me emptying the bottom half of the 'fridge, and cleaning and disinfecting the walls, drawers and shelves, causing a muscle spasm in my back.

I won't confess some of the phrases that passed through my mind at this point.

But midway through, I heard the reminder from God, that I still hadn't spent time with Him.

Surely after dinner I would have some uninterrupted time.

And then, while preparing dinner, I made two deep slices in my right index finger, requiring 6 stitches.

I have to confess, I was pretty bummed by this time.

Yet, as the words were barely formed in my mind, I heard the Lord ask, " Will you give up your time with me so easily?"

The enemy of my soul would like nothing better than keeping me away from my time with God. Oh no satan--you will not win this time.

And as I prayed, confessed my weaknesses, and repented of my wishy-washy behavior, I felt company. Jesus was here with me, after all. I expect Him to come to my aid.

I must confess my unbelief, that He will do what He said He will do.

How will you respond? What do you need to confess?