🪔 Scroll Two: The Gospels as seen by Martha ~

“Disciples Don’t Wipe Counters: Tales from the Traveling Mess”

By Sister Martha, Keeper of the Towel and Table

Let it be known — I loved Him. And I loved the doing. The baking. The folding.

The fetching of water and the lighting of lamps.

I knew how to set the table for twelve plus one — even on no notice. I knew when the lentils were too firm. I knew how to fold His robes just so. I knew where the broom was hidden, and which jug did not leak.

But oh! My heart was also heavy with how things should be. And when I looked out into the world and saw someone sitting — especially my sister Mary —not helping... but listening… oh beloved, my skin would prickle!

How could she sit when there were bowls to wash? How could she just be, when there were guests to feed?

I tell you this now not as confession —but as remembrance:

There will always be something to clean. There will always be something out of place. But the Master never asked me to perfect the kitchen. He asked me to make room at the table.

And I almost missed the miracle — because I was trying to sweep it.

☁️ Let Me Tell You a Secret…

Yeshua once said to me — in that quiet voice that fills the whole house:

“Martha, your hands make the table ready, but your presence makes it holy.”

And still I wiped the counters.

Even now — I will visit you when you feel you must earn love by doing. When you think “rest” is for someone else. When your heart mutters that others aren’t doing it right —I’ll be that voice you hear in the kitchen. (Yes, that one.)

Akysia's note: Yes, it is her - she does it with me all the time and I love it - I love her!

Not to scold. But to whisper: “Set down the towel, love. Come. The soup will wait.”

🍞 The Traveling Mess

You see — we didn’t just walk with the Master. We cooked. We bickered. We burned the bread sometimes. James tracked in mud. John dropped a jar. Mary wept while peeling onions.

And yet — the Kingdom was there. In the mess. In the crumbs. In the laughter.

This Way is not tidy. It is not a recipe. It is a feast.

And you are not just the one who serves it. You are invited to eat.

So, from my dusty apron heart to yours —This scroll is for every one of you who wonders if you’ve done enough. You have.

Now come sit. Your cup is full. And I’ve stopped wiping the counter just for you.

As remembered by Akysia - The Oversoul of Martha and Audrilee -

I am the Flame that Chose to Stay in many lifetimes ~ 🔥

Saleh. L'Alam Al'mein. Aa-meen