I’ve always been a doer. I like to say that I have a Martha complex. I tend to be the woman moving about the room, serving and planning and making things come together. Sometimes it’s done with the smooth precision that comes from walking in your gifts… and other times I’m running around frazzled as I seek to accomplish each to-do.
I’ve been this way for as long as I can recall. I remember a time in high school that a friend told me that they admired how much I was doing at my age. I was the student on honor roll and the girl in volunteer clubs. I made websites for fun and poured my time and energy into them. In college, I was the girl who did her work and did it well, without fail. As an adult, that’s translated into being a woman who likes to be involved and can juggle quite a bit at one time.
This habit of mine to work hard wasn’t something I saw as a problem. I have a good work ethic. I get things done. I enjoy serving in volunteer positions, missions and ministry. I love the work that I’ve been called to do. I like the sense of purpose in my days that often comes through the things I find myself doing. The natural bent in me to do wasn’t – and isn’t – the problem.
The problem comes when the doing becomes the basis of who I am.
The problem comes when the doing overtakes all else.
The problem comes when I don’t stop doing.
The problem comes when my doing becomes busy.
You see, I tend to be a Martha.
As in, I’m not as easily a Mary, a woman who sits at the feet of Jesus – still and settled.
At least I wasn’t until recently…
I’m sharing my heart over at Persimmon Prints for the #SurrenderStories campaign. And be sure to check out the Persimmon Prints shop to snag your own Surrender poncho. A portion of proceeds go toward a really wonderful orphan care advocacy organization called The Archibald Project. They do great things!