Really. If you are a hostess for a major holiday (like say… Thanksgiving or Christmas) you NEED to buy some M&M’s. Trust me. Send someone out to get them while you finish reading this post.
M&M’s are about to save your hostess sanity.
Mine are sitting on my kitchen counter in a tiny glass bowl right this very minute saving mine.
It’s about Mary and Martha. You know, the sisters. One sat at Jesus’ feet while the other was washing dishes. If you’ve done many bible studies or spent much time in church, you probably remember them. This is from
“As they continued their travel, Jesus entered a village. A woman by the name of Martha welcomed him and made him feel quite at home. She had a sister, Mary, who sat before the Master, hanging on every word he said. But Martha was pulled away by all she had to do in the kitchen. Later, she stepped in, interrupting them. “Master, don’t you care that my sister has abandoned the kitchen to me? Tell her to lend me a hand.” The Master said, “Martha, dear Martha, you’re fussing far too much and getting yourself worked up over nothing. One thing only is essential, and Mary has chosen it—it’s the main course, and won’t be taken from her.” Luke 10:38-42 (MSG)
Remember them now?
Mary was right there with her guests. She was listening, giving the gift of attention and soaking up every word that Jesus said.
Martha was in the kitchen. She was fussing over things and getting worked up over nothing.
Miss Hostess with the Mostest, I have a question for you. Right now, right this very minute…
Are you being a Mary or a Martha?
If you’re like me, you’ve probably had a Martha moment or two already today. If you’re like me, you’ll probably have a few more.
But if we’re honest, we really WANT to be more like Mary. We want to be hanging out with our guests and enjoying them. We WANT to give them the gift of our attention rather than fussing and getting worked up.
Just asking the question helps.
Am I being Mary or Martha?
Am I being M or an M?
M or M?
M & M
The tiny bowl of M&M’s next to my kitchen sink stares at me every time I jump to fuss and fret and get worked up over nothing. It just sits there, asking me.
Right now, even as I type, some relative is in my kitchen making pies. She makes them differently than my momma taught me (which is to say she is making them WRONG). Later, she’ll make sweet potatoes all wrong too. But it’s ok. She’s family.
I’m sitting here, paying attention and choosing to not be “fussing far too much and getting myself worked up over nothing.”
I’m staring at a bowl of Mary & Martha’s (I mean M&M’s) and choosing to be Mary.