Getting Through

I’ve only been on one cruise and it was miserable.

Years ago my parents invited our whole family for a short cruise to the Bahamas to celebrate their 50th wedding anniversary.

We boarded—excited!—in sunny Florida. It was a huge ship: people and swimming pools and elevators everywhere. All-day free ice cream and activities to do.

Fascinating.

But unfortunately we cruised into a storm. Bad weather meant all plans were cancelled.

Most of the time we circled out in the ocean, locked-down, waiting for the storm to abate.

I remember rolling on the bottom bunk in our tiny room, cold, dizzy and disappointed, not one whit interested in the ramped up entertainment nor the extravaganzas in the restaurants.

I just wanted to get off that boat.

And when we did, as we walked on our wobbly sea legs through the parking lot, my dear dad said sadly, “Well, we got through that.”

Yes, we did.  We got through.

And it seemed like a waste.

 

These COVID-19 days are unimaginable days, life has stopped, plans are cancelled; this grievous storm is 1000x worse than the one on our cruise.

I, with everyone around this earth, am waiting, praying for this crisis to end.

Here in North Carolina we’ve got at least three more weeks of confinement.

I don’t want to waste this time.

 

This is Easter week.

I’ve been looking at what Jesus did during his last week on earth, and was surprised to find a new story about Mary and Martha.

I know them from the time Jesus went to dinner at their house and Martha, The Server, was rebuked for her hustling and fussing. Mary, The Listener, was commended for sitting at Jesus’ feet.

“Just one thing is needed, Mary has chosen what is better . . .”

I also know them from the story of their brother Lazarus dying and Jesus weeping and bringing him back to life.

Mary and Martha were special friends of Jesus; I am happy to find another story about them.*

The week before he died, Jesus was in Bethany at a feast at Simon’s house. Lazarus was seated at the table, Martha, again, was serving, and Mary, again, was near Jesus.

Mary broke a jar of precious perfume and poured it all on Jesus’ feet and head.

The fragrance went throughout the house.

“What a waste!” the others complained.

But Jesus said, “Leave her alone. It was intended that she should save this perfume for the day of my burial.”

Perhaps Mary, The Listener, was the only one who anticipated Jesus’  death and burial and in spite of her grief, Mary used her perfume to show her love.

To worship Him.

Jesus said, “Wherever the gospel is preached throughout the world, what she has done will also be told, in memory of her.”

 

Getting through these hard days, like some of you, I am looking for ways to distract me from the dire news, to help with my sadness and to get the time to pass: Being with grandchildren, listening to podcasts, trying new recipes, taking long walks, facetiming friends and family, organizing and cleaning the house, etcetcetc.

I naturally Martha my way through. Keep busy.  Serve others.  This is good.

But I want to be Mary, too.

In spite of the grief, I want to listen and worship Jesus.

 

Lord, help me to not waste these days.

Help me grow stronger in knowing You, quicker in trusting You, deeper in loving You and others. 

You are my only hope in life and death.

May the fragrance of Your gospel go throughout this whole world.

 Amen.

 

*This story is found in Matthew 26, Mark 14, John 12

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

9 thoughts on “Getting Through

  1. Also I really appreciated this! Thanks!

    On Thu, Apr 9, 2020 at 7:30 AM Sarah Keeps Growing Down wrote:

    > sarahkeepsgrowingdown posted: “I’ve only been on one cruise and it was > miserable. Years ago my parents invited our whole family for a short cruise > to the Bahamas to celebrate their 50th wedding anniversary. We > boarded—excited!—in sunny Florida. It was a huge ship: people and swimming” >

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  2. Sigh, Sarah… I’ve been on one cruise, as well. I hope it was my last one, but thankfully, not because of a storm. I was with 14 family so that redeemed my time. My daughter got pneumonia and had to stay in her cabin most of the trip. When I looked out over the ocean, and could not see land knowing I had a very sick daughter… well…

    I’m glad I can say I took a cruise – no more mystery about what it was like, but it doesn’t compare to giving up vacation time for a short term mission trip. Jus’ sayin’.

    So much time on my hands these days, but finding it hard to make the most of it in ways that seem satisfying. I am enjoying my Bible reading, but finding it hard to challenge myself to develop some Bible studies waiting in the wings, or finishing some home projects that are on the to do list.

    My heart sinks every morning knowing I am facing another “Ground Hog Day”. God and I are good, but finding a new normal in the daily rhythm of life is yet to be discovered. So much to be thankful for even though we can’t go anywhere or be with anyone, even though we got 6 inches of heavy wet snow yesterday, even though it took our power out for almost 24 hours – 🙂 He is risen. If that was all we had, it would be enough. Yet, in these challenging days, we have SO much more. He truly does give us life abundantly. He is worthy of our praise. Happy Resurrection Day to you and yours. Susan Blount.

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    1. Susan, thank you so much for your words, your connection. My heart sank low this morning, oh, this is hard to be joyful about Easter when you think about all the people suffering. I guess its no different than before, is it? There have always been people suffering. . . but I guess we have more time to think about them, to feel the heaviness of it all. Are you living alone? That is not easy! Finding a new normal, a rhythm, meaning, gumption to do things around the house, to get the time to move . . . it is challenging. I am so grateful that Jake and God help me. One day at a time. Happy Resurrection Day to you, dear. Love, Sarah

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  3. Yes Sarah
    May we have hands like Martha and hearts like Mary!
    He is definitely pulling us all aside to listen to HIM.
    Beautiful story today!
    Blessed Good Friday.
    Jenni

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  4. I always think of you as much more of a Mary than I am.Thanks for this insightful posting. Easter blessings to all of you there. Love and prayers, Ph

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  5. Thank you so much for including the passages where this story is told. Shall look them up and meditate on them. I think it is interesting in the miracle of the feeding of the multitude, 12 basketfuls were collected. Jesus said, “Let nothing be wasted.” Perhaps the littlest thing (or big) to God is not a waste, but can be a blessing, first to Him and then to others!
    Love you dear Sarah! Be strong. Stand firm.
    Kathy

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  6. Sarah,

    This is just beautiful….and perfect…..and speaks to me.

    I especially love the conclusion…..

    I naturally Martha my way through. Keep busy. Serve others. This is good. But I want to be Mary, too. In spite of the grief, I want to listen and worship Jesus.

    Lord, help me to not waste these days. Help me grow stronger in knowing You, quicker in trusting You, deeper in loving You and others.

    You are my only hope in life and death.

    May the fragrance of Your gospel go throughout this whole world.

    Amen.

    Thank you for touching my heart this morning.

    Nancy 💕

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  7. Sarah

    Keep the post coming especially this week.

    I keep thinking of your Mom, “Count it All Joy”. I am joyful for being your friend.

    Keep up the good work.

    You are loved,

    Shauna

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