For some reason, a little snippet from the daily reflection in the Magnificat really struck a chord with me this morning. It’s the feast of St. Martha, who like St. Thomas, always seems to get a bad rap even know we know that we’d all do the exact same thing in that position.
St. Teresa of Avila has this gem as she writes her thoughts to Our Lord:
“I sometimes remember the complaint of that holy woman, Martha. She did not complain only about her sister, rather, I hold it is certain that her greatest sorrow was the thought that you, Lord, did not feel sad about the trial she was undergoing and didn’t have as much love for her as for her sister.”
Such an honest, open confession to our Lord. To be so real with Him and tell Him something that we know in our minds can’t be true- but to be real with Him about what’s in our heart. It leaves me kind of speechless with that feeling of recognition/sorrow/relief that hits you right in the stomach. The fear that the Lord doesn’t love us as much as our neighbor… So real, so human. He shows us He loves us everyday, but we are so weak and so in need of His mercy. We need Him to show His love again and again. Lord, help my unbelief. Give me some little consolation of Your love.