May My Heart See...

Today is my wedding anniversary – 36 years.   We will celebrate with the kids Wednesday night, grilling juicy Lucy’s.   Can’t wait! I don’t know about you, but every year when my wedding anniversary comes up, it’s not really the wedding day I remember, but the marriage - the years it took us to get “here”.   “Here” being the operative word.     I don’t want you to think we have “arrived” when I say, “here”.   Here is a place I am okay with, in fact, I love.   Here is all the changes our relationship has gone through – some good, some bad – but all have brought us “here”.   Here is not the culmination of all our days, but the journey.   Does that make sense?     And what a journey we have had!   I am sure you have had one too.   Every marriage is a journey – a learning experience of sorts, don’t you think?         Last weekend , God showed me an excellent “example” to learn (and live) by:   I ran to the grocery store and while I was putting my bags in the car,

Okay, I know you all know the story and have heard it a million times.  I’m talking about the story of Mary and Martha – Martha is the busy one and Mary is the one who just wants to sit and listen to Jesus.  I have been studying this story in my Wednesday Women’s class and it got me to thinking.  Wait, maybe you don’t know it – let’s recite it here again.      From Luke 10:                 As Jesus and His disciples were on their way, He came to a village where a                woman named 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. She came to Him                and asked, “Lord, don’t you care that my sister has left me to do the work                by myself?   Tell her to help me!”                 “Martha, Martha,” the Lord answered, “you are worried and upset about many