Martha, Martha...

... you are anxious and worried about many things. (Luke 10:41) *

O blessed St. Martha, your faith led Jesus to proclaim, “I am the resurrection and the life”; and faith let you see beyond his humanity when you cried out, “Lord I believe that you are the Messiah, the Son of God.” With firm hope you said, “I know that God will give you whatever you ask of him”, and Jesus called your brother Lazarus back from the dead. With pure love for Jesus you welcomed him into your home.
Friend and servant of our Saviour, I too am “troubled about many things”. (Pause for silent prayer.) Pray for me that I may grow in faith, hope and love, and that Jesus, who sat at your table, will hear me and grant me a place at the banquet of eternal life. Amen. (Luke 10:38-42 / John 11:1-54)

I will be blogging sporadically throughout the rest of this week as we will have company invading arriving tomorrow; company that is unaware that this place exists even if it is only in cyberspace. This is a blog where I feel comfortable enough to share my private thoughts and feelings with you and many other total strangers, but never my family! All jokes aside, prayers for my mental health would be much appreciated. Thanks, friends!

*If there isn't one already, I think St. Martha should be the patron saint for people who suffer from anxiety disorders. When I think of this verse and remember to breathe, things don't look as scary.