...bringing an alabaster jar of ointment, and standing at his feet, weeping, she began to wet his feet with her tears and wiped them with the hair of her head and kissed his feet and anointed them with the ointment.
Luke 7:38
Sunday, 10 August 2014
I can thank you for what you take away
its clear that you are emptying me, so you must not have forgotten me... and I have comfort it knowing your hand, unfelt, unseen, is still on me.
I trust in your promise
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