I'm trying to do my quiet time and I hear a noise. When I go to check on the noise I realize that a glass has fallen off of the leaning tower of clean dishes I strategically stacked to dry the night before. I hurriedly clean up all the shards of glass and chunk the remaining pieces into the trash. As I scurry back to my room to finish my quiet time I glance towards the couch and realize that I didn't quite finish putting the laundry away last night. Since there's only a couple of piles, there's no time like the present! So off to the kid's bathroom - quietly because the sweeties are still sleeping and then off to my bathroom to put away the rest. Ok, broken glass clean up is done, laundry is put up and back to my quiet time, right!? Well almost... As I'm about to step out of the bathroom I catch a glimpse of the toilet. Staring at the toilet, I say softly to myself, "How does that happen? Didn't I just clean that yesterday?" There are really no answers; just grab the toilet brush and clean. So that's what I do. After I wash my hands I'm ready to sit down and read, but as I take my hurried steps towards my bed and begin to sit down, I realize that something isn't quite right. As I look around I can see everywhere I have stepped throughout my bathroom, with my right foot anyway. I had been in such a hurry to get things done, I hadn't even realized that I had a piece of glass in my foot - glass from the kitchen - my first distraction of the morning.
As I sat on the side of the tub cleaning up my foot, I was immediately reminded of Jesus' feet. How Mary sat at His feet and listened to His Word (Luke 10:39), despite the distractions going on around her. How I, that morning, had very much played the part of Martha, too busy with all the preparations - too distracted - missing out on Jesus - the King of Kings - My Redeemer.
I sat in awe of how Jesus could use this tiny piece of glass to break my heart - but I'm so thankful. There's no place I'd rather be than at His feet.
