Wednesday, September 29, 2010

Full Plate

Spaghetti is favorite at our house. I ladled up a generous plateful, added plenty of vegetables, then passed it to my teen cub.

"I think I put too much on your plate, son," I said.

He shook his head. "Nah," he said, eyeing the mound of food, "You can never put too much on my plate!"

He did manage to tuck in the entire meal with no problem. No way would I have been able to tackle that amount of food. In fact, I was not able to finish the smaller portions on my own plate.

Even when I reduce, I sometimes tend to over estimate the amount I can handle.


As Jesus and his disciples were on their way, he came to a village where a woman named Martha opened her home to him. She had a sister called Mary, who sat at the Lord's feet listening to what he said. But Martha was distracted by all the preparations that had to be made. She came to him and asked, "Lord, don't you care that my sister has left me to do the work by myself? Tell her to help me!"
"Martha, Martha," the Lord answered, "you are worried and upset about many things, but only one thing is needed. Mary has chosen what is better, and it will not be taken away from her."
Luke 10:38-42 NIV