I Chose the Better Thing. But I Still Wrestle.
For the mom who sat at His feet and still feels the storm.
I wrote this in my journal the other morning. I had chosen to sit at His feet. I had laid down the striving, and still, my heart felt noisy. Maybe you’ve been there too?
I am Mary and I am Martha.
I want to be still, and still, I strive.
I chose the better thing.
I laid it all down and came to sit at His feet.
But still, I am anxious. Still, I worry.
I am Peter, stepping out in faith.
I am Simon, eyes on the waves.
I am David, aching for His presence.
I am Solomon, leaning on my own understanding.
I said yes to the quiet.
But the quiet is not always calm.
And yet, He meets me here.
In the tension.
In the trying.
In the “I believe, help my unbelief.”
Maybe this is what trust really looks like:
Not the absence of wrestling,
But choosing to stay at His feet anyway.
If this met you where you are, would you reply and let me know? You don’t need the perfect words, just a “me too” will do.
I see you.
And more importantly…He sees you.