Choosing the Better Part

It was a typical crazy morning in the Johnson household. We were all running around getting dressed, eating breakfast, making lunches, etc. Emma had field day at school, so she was extremely excited and ready to leave for school earlier than normal. It was also First Friday, so there was a school Mass which I wanted to take the rest of the kids to. Dan had a meeting that morning, so he went ahead and took Emma and I continued to run around the house looking for diapers, keys, and one lost shoe.

About 15 minutes later we were on our way. We arrived at the Church parking lot 5 minutes before Mass was starting, so I quickly started to unload the kids. But we had a problem. ¬†Joshua was holding on to his pirate sword and would not let it go. I told him that we could not take his sword into Church, but he would not listen. I had to pry that sword from his fingers and hide it under the front seat. Needless to say, he then pitched a little fit. Kolbe was walking next to me, I was carrying Faustina and basically dragging Joshua behind me. We made it a few feet from the van and I just couldn’t keep going. We turned around, got back in the van, and I began to cry.

All I wanted to do was to join Emma at Mass. I just wanted to feel like I had my life under control. I wanted to look like I had it all together. All of my anxieties and worries came flooding into my head. And I couldn’t let them go.

So I had two options, to keep sobbing and go home, or to try again. I said a quick prayer asking for some grace and decided to try again. I think Joshua was distracted by my tears so he willingly walked with me. Now it was 10 minutes after 8. We were late, which I hated, but I still kept walking. We went straight to the cry room and sat in the last row and I continued to try to pull myself together.

During the homily, our priest said he wanted to play a game called, “Who is your daddy and what does your daddy do?” So he asked a few of the children this question and then said, “Now, who is your mommy and what does your mommy do?” From way back in the last pew of the cry room I couldn’t see who he was asking, but then I heard him say,

“Your mommy’s name is Lauren. And what does Lauren do?”

“She stays home and takes care of us crazy kids!”

Yes. He picked Emma. And what she said was true. I am Lauren and I stay home and take care of crazy kids. But it was one of those moments where I knew God was speaking to me and He was  speaking through my daughter. In that little sentence, the Lord reminded me that I am Lauren. I am His daughter. And He has given me a vocation, which a big part of that vocation is to take care of my crazy kids. It is a hard job but so important. It is so important because this vocation is my path to Heaven. And the only way to stay on the path is to keep turning to Him.

Today is the feast of St. Martha. I am so grateful for her because as a busy wife and mother, her story is so relatable and a beautiful reminder of what is most important. She needed Jesus to tell her to calm down, to not worry, and to just sit with Him. And then I am sure she did just that. In order to live out my vocation I have to first sit at the feet of Jesus and then He will help Dan and I care for our crazy kids. And that is a comforting thought.

“Martha, burdened with much serving, came to him and said, ‘Lord, do you not care that my sister has left me by myself to do the serving? Tell her to help me.’ The Lord said to her in reply, ‘Martha, Martha, you are anxious and worried about many things. There is need of only one thing. Mary has chosen the better part and it will not be taken from her.'” -Luke 10:40-42


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  1. lauren i’m just discovering this. thank you so much for sharing. if you need me i’ll be eating fruit loops and sobbing over the beauty of this post :-). i so enjoyed reading this!

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