MY TEARS FOR YOUR FEET

Jesus said: “Do you see this woman? I came into your house. You did not give Me any water for My feet, but she wet My feet with her tears and wiped them with her hair. You did not give Me a kiss, but this woman, from the time I entered, has not stopped kissing My feet. You did not put oil on My head, but she has poured perfume on My feet. Therefore, I tell you, her many sins have been forgiven as her great love has shown…” (Lk 7:44-47)
 
The woman came uninvited. She had no key to enter; no password to open any door; just tears and a stained face from melting mascara. No greeting given to the host and his friends; possibly because they were ‘past costumers’ who saw her nakedness but never her tears. For it is the law of prostitutes: ‘Never love and never weep’! She came uninvited by men but led by the Spirit. She fell at Jesus’ feet. She wept and wept. Hot tears became as water as she kissed the sandals He would walk in to the Calvary Hill the next day. The ointment was all she had that she did not sell. The bottle was beautiful. The seal intact, kept for a wedding that could never come. ‘This is my Bridegroom. I have discovered Him. He will be mine for a few hours and then gone to the tree, that I may be forgiven and free. I found true love at last… even if so late…’ (Inspired from Song of Songs 3: 1-4)
 
The host invited my Jesus in his big house but did not fully welcome Him. No bath to wash. No soap. No sheets on the bed. No breakfast in the morning. No kiss. No looking into His eyes. No open heart. No memories shared.
 
‘Do you see this woman?’ Yes! This woman is me! Like a bird with broken wings I sit at His feet and all I can do is to weep. I feel the empty bucket with my tears. I break the alabaster box to be His soap. I weep and I kiss… All my words are drowning in the pool… some are floating in the air, the fragrance of holy perfume. For some it is the smell of death; for others, the smell of life. Perfumed sermon and faith that makes whole. What more do I want? It is finished!
 
At the feet of my Master, I lose all sense of time and all my fears. I am loved much and forgiven much. None can take my peace. Jesus gave it to me and it is mine. My reputation? I forgot the meaning of it or the desire to please men. Down at His feet is where you will find me. I will lose myself; yet find myself again… worshiping at His feet. Come and meet me there… It is well with my soul!
 
In Christ I declare:
All my tears are now jewels in His Crown!
In Jesus’ name,
Amen!
sll 83

3 comments on “MY TEARS FOR YOUR FEET

  1. Mary Ann says:

    Beautiful.. What a wonderful way to approach Jesus who is so precious..and so deserving of our praise and reverence.

  2. Mary Ann says:

    Reblogged this on Anchor Thy Soul and commented:
    My Tears For Your Feet.
    By:Silvia Leigh at Fathers Call

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