It’s been a long time since I have written on this blog. Here is my attempt at reawakening the writer within! Enjoy this small piece I wrote recently.
Running through the streets with tears streaming down her face, she cradled the treasure that had cost her everything. Bursting through the door she had eyes only for one thing, His face. Desperation fueled her frantic searching until her eyes met His.
Tears still streaming, she pushed past the dignified crowd. Weeping aloud now, her tears of unbridled affection and gratitude to her Savior, her Deliverer and her friend began to leave trails through the dust on His feet. Unabashedly, she began to wipe them clean with her hair. Then amidst gasps of judgment, she disclosed her hidden treasure, a costly perfume meant to be a dowry for future husband. Breaking it open in a messy display, she poured it out on His feet. Painting a vivid picture of absolute dependence and surrender to her Messiah. As the room filled with the fragrance of her love, it also filled with the sounds of disapproval. “Such extravagance!” they whispered, “such a waste!”
Her heart was unmoved, though it had cost her everything, it seemed too small a price. Had she to do it all again, she would. She wanted to give all she was to receive all that He is. She was forever changed by the love she found in His eyes. She is the picture of worship
This is a beautiful account of a lovely story. Thanks for sharing your words- very nice.