So as May finally wraps up, I have to vent a ‘lil. May Day is celebrated on May first. But by May 31st, it’s the reoccurring theme of my self-talk: “Mayday! Mayday! Mayday!!!”

According to Wikipedia, “Mayday” is an emergency procedure word used internationally as a distress signal in radio communications. It is used to signal a life-threatening emergency primarily by mariners and aviators, but in some countries, local organizations such as police forces, firefighters, and transportation organizations also use the term. The call is always given three times in a row to prevent mistaking it for some similar-sounding phrase under noisy conditions.

I am in distress people and I am living in unbelievably noisy conditions. I believe in my heart of hearts that there is an unspoken competition that begins May first between the teachers and the PTO to see which team can smoosh the most activities into a single month. And the competition is fierce! Each group cheerfully brings their A game and like pawns in an advanced game of chess, we families of young children are in Olympic-grade trials, going for the gold, in fact giving our all for two competing teams – neither of which told us to hit the gym beforehand!

A sweet friend told me that one of her friends has her ringtone set for “Crazy Train.” I can seriously relate – I am going off the rails on a crazy train right now (my brother is laughing hysterically and just changed my ringtone).

So if I haven’t responded to your email in the month of May, forgive me, especially you Homeroom moms. I can only handle so many emails before first frowning, then silently boycotting (like I did with striped clothing a while back). If you have texted me, either you didn’t have time for me to hijack an hour of your time or it wasn’t that critical, or you enjoy messing with a multitasking Italian. If you have called me you know all this because I have selected that as the way I am still really in contact with the outside world. Plus I have to be “on call” for Nurse Laurie in case one of the boys brings my nightmare to life and gets hurt so badly on the playground I need to bring him to the E.R. In May, I’m not asking or answering a lot of questions. I’m just trying to survive the screeching skid across the finish line of another year.

But in Our Loving God’s perfect timing, a recent sermon was about Mary and Martha. Luke 10: 38-42 reads, “Now as they went on their way, Jesus entered a village. And a woman named Martha welcomed Him into her house. And she had a sister called Mary, who sat at the Lord’s feet and listened to His teaching. But Martha was distracted with much serving. And she went up to Him and said, “Lord, do You not care that my sister has left me to serve alone? Tell her then to help me.” But the Lord answered her, “Martha, Martha, you are anxious and troubled about many things, but one thing is necessary. Mary has chosen the good portion, which will not be taken away from her.”

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. I am just a salmon swimmin’ upstream. I’m fighting with a season in life that wants me anxious and troubled about many things. But when I spend time with Jesus, all is right in the world, because it’s just Him and me. When I feel peace I am soul sisters with wise Mary, soaking up my Lord, Jesus. When I am frantic, I am overwhelmed and grouchy alongside sweet, busy Martha. Swimmin’ up stream ain’t easy, but it’s vital. Rather than “Mayday! Mayday! Mayday!”- cry out to Jesus. One of my BFF’s husband once said that Jesus is the one and only first responder that walks on water. Listen to Him and trade in your distress signal for a peace that passes all understanding. Choose the good portion and keep swimmin’ upstream!