alabaster jars...

...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

Saturday, 2 August 2014

In the desert I learn how weak I am. I burn under the sun and am cold in the darkness. I thirst for you alone. I want nothing else but you, no gift, no shadow, no sign. They are mirages... I want you. Make my heart a desert too, empty, silent, peaceful where you can walk and find rest in me.
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