This weekend at church was re.

Re.
Two letters you put in front of a word that completely change its meaning.
Refocus.
Restore.
Redeem.

There were two hour-long, self-guided experiences—one on Friday and one on Saturday. On Friday, I went in person to the Flower Mound campus. On Saturday, I completed the experience from home.

On Friday, my attention kept returning to the story of Mary and Martha.

Jesus was in their home, and the two sisters were doing very different things. Martha was anxious—preparing food, worried about everything that needed to be done. She was hustling and bustling, frustrated that her sister wasn’t helping.

Mary, on the other hand, had one thing on her mind: Jesus.

She sat at her rabbi’s feet, listening to His every word. She wasn’t preoccupied with what still needed to happen. She was fully present to the One who was already there.

My name may be Mary, but I often find myself living a Martha lifestyle.

This year, I sensed the Lord giving me the word reclaim—as if I am being invited to reclaim my name, Mary, and the posture that comes with it. The posture of one who sits at the feet of her rabbi.

Jesus says to Martha, “Martha, Martha, you are worried and upset about many things, but few things are needed—or indeed only one. Mary has chosen what is better, and it will not be taken away from her.” (Luke 10:14-42)

I want 2026 to be a year where I reclaim that posture. A year of choosing what is better. A year of sitting at the feet of Jesus, listening to Him, and enjoying His presence over everything else.

One of the prompts this weekend was simple:
What does the Holy Spirit want to say to you?

I wrote in my journal:

You are not late.
You haven’t missed it.
There is more than enough for you.

As I sat with those words, I realized how deeply they touched something in me. I think I carry more fear of missing out than I like to admit.

But Jesus is so kind.
He doesn’t respond to my striving with urgency.
He responds with abundance.

Enough goodness.
Enough grace.
Enough blessing.
Enough favor.
Enough life.
Enough purpose.
Enough courage.
Enough wisdom.
Enough love.

This weekend wasn’t about doing more or becoming better.
It was about remembering where I belong:

At His feet.

Not late.
Not behind.
Not lacking.

Just present.

And discovering, again, that He is more than enough.