05/28/2026
5/28/2026 Devotion
Encouragement for Today Weekday Devotions from Proverbs 31 Ministries.
Lord, Don’t You Care?
by JOANNA WEAVER, Author of Having a Mary Heart in a Martha World
“But Martha was distracted by all the preparations that had to be made. She came to him and asked, ‘Lord, don’t you care that my sister has left me to do the work by myself? Tell her to help me!’”
Luke 10:40 (NIV)
It began one spring as crocuses pushed their way through hard-crusted soil. But the warmth of the changing season never penetrated my soul. God seemed distant and preoccupied. It was, I suppose, my first true spiritual crisis. My van proved to be the final showdown.
I’d driven to see my mother, who was battling depression after open-heart surgery. I hoped my love would somehow fix the situation, but nothing seemed to help. Preparing to drive home, I discovered the van’s passenger window wouldn’t go up.
A nasty storm was rolling in, and the car’s heater also hadn’t worked for months. I hopped in and drove out of town, overflowing with emotions: Frustrated at the window that wouldn’t budge. Worried about my mother, who seemed to be giving up. But most of all angry at God, who didn’t seem to be paying any attention at all.
“Lord, don’t you care … ?”
Those were Martha’s words to Jesus in Luke 10:40, when her sister Mary left her to do all the housework to prepare for His arrival.
Though we haven't all said these words out loud, I think we’ve all felt them at one time or another. Lord, do You see what I’m going through? Don’t You care?
I’m so glad we can bring our questions to Jesus. And it’s important that we stick around for the answer.
In Luke 10:41-42, He said, “Martha, Martha, you are worried and troubled about many things. But one thing is needed, and Mary has chosen that good part, which will not be taken away from her” (NKJV).
Jesus’ response to Martha may seem a bit harsh. After all, Martha was just trying to serve Him. But the Lord recognized a fault line of anxiety that ran down her soul — which couldn’t be healed by more help in the kitchen.
So rather than giving Martha what she wanted, Jesus gave her what she needed, something much better: an invitation to sit at His feet. To lay aside striving and enjoy abiding. To stop trying to achieve and simply receive.
Jesus met me on that dark, stormy night as I poured out my pain and confusion to Him. Though the drive took twice as long, somewhere along those fearful, frigid miles, I lost the anger.
The last remnant of rage melted when, 25 miles from home, I realized that I was warm. Truly warm. Though my nose felt chafed by the wind and my cheeks tingled, the rest of my body was extraordinarily comfortable. Miraculously so.
My Father had heard and answered. He hadn’t rolled up the window, but He had wrapped me in His arms.
Trust Me, Joanna, I sensed Him say. I not only care about what you care about, but I have your best in mind.
Lord, thank You that I can bring everything to You — my doubts, questions, frustrations, and fears. I cast my anxiety on You today because I know You care for me (1 Peter 5:7). In Jesus’ Name, Amen.