Cease striving, Martha.

Written by: Vivian Wilson

I had a plan. I thought it was a great plan! I rented a condo for a week. My sister and a couple of friends planned to drive 16 hours to Florida for fun, fellowship, and a bucket, no, a pail full of laughter. As the week to leave neared, one by one, each had to cancel. (All for good reason, they really do love me.)

So I decided to make the trip by myself. I left on Friday, and spent 8 hours lamenting the fact that I was going by myself, wishing things were different. My “pity party” was feudal, and a total waste of time and energy.

Saturday morning, I got up and ran my scheduled 6 miles through the quaint and beautiful little town of Fairhope, Alabama. I decided that 8 hours in the car would be spent with my mind fixed on things above, praising and worshiping God.

At 7:00 P.M. Saturday, I arrived at my “tropical paradise”, my home away from home for a week of bliss.

Disappointment is what one feels when expectations are not met. To say I was disappointed would be a colossal understatement!

I expected a room with a balcony, (because I asked for it), overlooking the beach. I had no balcony and a view of the boulevard. I expected to hear the sound of the surf. I got the sound of traffic. I expected a washer/dryer in my condo. (There was supposed to be one). I expected to find a hairdryer in the bathroom. (I got one from the front desk). I expected a little more room in which to walk around. OK. How much room does one person need? (Thank goodness there is only one person). You get the picture.

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I expected all of this because it has been my past experience to have enjoyed these things.

I didn’t even unpack. In fact, as I write this on Monday, I am still pretty much packed. I was ready to drive home. I called RCI and they graciously gave me until tomorrow at noon to decide whether I stay or go. I can check out, and my reservation will be treated as if it had never been booked.

After talking to the nice RCI lady on Sunday morning, I went for a walk on the beach. Through tears of sadness, loneliness, disappointment, and self-pity, I heard the still small voice of my Heavenly Father.

He said simply, “Wait”.

I came here with an agenda. I had a plan to write, read and study. But God’s agenda is for me to wait, to cease striving, Martha, I mean Vivian. He wants me to sit at His feet and listen, to do the best thing. He brought me to a place I would not have chosen. (But I did actually choose it). He brought me to a place where I am uncomfortable. To a place where I am alone, except for Him!

What was the first thing I wanted to do? RUN! Run back to the place of comfort and safety. A place where I can be with family and friends, people who love me. A place where I am busy doing “stuff”. A place where every day life is a distraction.

But as I walked along the sandy shore, I thought, “What if I miss out on a great blessing that God has planned for me? Here. Now. Missed…because I chose to run away.

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God graciously removed every distraction so that I will be able to hear Him and feel His presence and great love for me.

So this morning I say, “Thank you, Father, for this great gift.”

I wait, expecting God to have His way in me, not my plan, but His.

All praise and honor to God!


PS. I’m sitting in the lobby writing this because Wifi only works here, not in my room. (I am so spoiled!)

3 thoughts on “Cease striving, Martha.

  1. Viv, I really felt your pain while reading this. But I also felt your hope — which is more powerful than pain. It made me hope, too. I’m sure this blog post will relate to many, many people, including me. Thank you!

    I hope God blesses the socks off you this week!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

  2. I’m not sure that some of your feelings & thought are accurate. You should have received what you booked, but I agree with you that God knew all of this was going to happen. He did want this time with you to be alone & to just be with Him. “Be still & know that I am God.” I will be praying for u. Not sure that I could have gone off by myself for a week. But, other than the deception of the place not having what you paid for, it is definitely a gift from God to spend a week with him in the quiet of the beach—very hard to do but I will be praying that He reveals Himself to you in mighty ways, that you can find rest & peace in Him, & the fortitude to return to life at home. You are a very godly, brave, & courageous “soldier” for Jesus. Did I tell u that I look forward to ur post every week.

    I love u, S

    Sent from my iPhone


  3. ahhhhhh Vivian….I pray His plan comes together perfectly in you. I know it will because I have seen your willing heart and that’s all He needs to complete His work. I love you and am so very blessed to know you. ❤

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