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everyone was safe in the water. When we would break for lunch, I would close the

pool cover. Safety came first. We had a snow cone machine, and my son, Nathan,

would make snow cones for the kids. I always appreciated teens coming to help.

It was a tiring day, but so worth it. Sometimes hospitality is shaved ice on a hot

summer day.

We enjoyed hosting our annual church picnic and usually had about 150 people

to dinner and pool party each summer. This took help from many people. I am

not great with details. I come up with the idea, and I am not a perfectionist, so I

need people in my life to make things happen. But guess what? There are people

who have a heart to help and are delighted to assist in making parties happen.

I could never have done any of these many things without all my dear friends

who helped. Every year, my close friend, Marsha, would come help weed my acre

and a half before the church picnic. Many times, her husband also came. They

are amazing friends. It wasn’t unusual for me, in the middle of a big happening

at our house, to walk a person down my driveway and visit or be off to the side,

talking or praying one on one with someone. Yet the helpers were keeping the

hospitality organized, and when I would walk into my kitchen, the “doers” would

be refilling trays and cleaning. I understand what Jesus meant about Mary, but

nothing would get done without the Marthas. I seriously believe that. I am more

of a Mary than a Martha most of the time, but I am so very thankful for the

Marthas in my life. I really think we need to be a combo of both. We first need to

listen to Jesus like Mary and be a doer like Martha. For without really listening to

Him, what good is serving?