At His feet, real transformation happens. There is a beauty so gentle and tender it can only be found in His presence.
By Heather Djunga
She told Him her whole story. All her pain and hurt poured out from the alabaster jar, with the perfume purchased from her year’s wages as a prostitute.
This gift, the fruit of her sinful lifestyle, became something beautiful poured out onto the feet of the Lord.
“This alabaster jar is all I have of worth
I break it at Your feet, Lord, it’s less than You deserve
You’re far more beautiful, more precious than the oil
The sum of my desires and the fullness of my joy
Like You spilled Your blood, I spill my heart
As an offering to my King
Here I am, take me as an offering
Here I am, giving every heartbeat for Your glory
Take me.” (From Alabaster Jar)
(The Sketch Chronicles:16 of 365)
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