misunderstood Martha…

… poor dear. So misunderstood, even by myself. Out of necessity my life is more as Martha’s; there is always something that needs to be done, cleaned or cooked. I have found my response under fire to grow resentful and look, not without a tad of jealousy, at the contemplative lives of nuns… the Mary’s.

Ignorance on my part prevented me from seeing that one is not superior to the other. Just as there is a balance in religious communities between active and a contemplative charism, so must we seek that same balance in our spiritual lives. I have so much to learn.

Helping with that learning are posts like this.

She also slayed a dragon. Who knew!