Wow, I am Your child.
I can hear church bells from my backyard ringing out, “Up from the grave He arose, with a mighty triumph o’er his foes! He arose a victor from the dark domain and He lives forever with HIS saints to reign!” HA!! I am living proof of Your victory. You live inside me and give me strength to continue on. Thank You, Jesus!
I was actually shocked when I was told I have cancer. What does that say about me? It says very clearly that I have lived a blessed life. If bad stuff happens all the time to someone, they aren’t shocked, are they LORD? Nope. So that says my life has been very good. It has brought me to a place that says, “Hey, I know WHO I believe in, and I am persuaded that HE is able to keep that which I’ve committed unto HIM against that day.”
So I began this journey. It’s a crappy way to spend a summer if I look at it wrong. If I look at it through Your eyes, I find myself abundantly, there’s that word again, “blessed”. Yes, it can be a blessing to have cancer. You have shown me that. I have been forced to face adversity daily. When I face adversity, I run to You. I have been blessed with good and caring doctors that I had decided don’t exist. I was wrong.
You have taken care of financial things that have very forcefully squared me off in the fighting ring. You have allowed me a husband who loves You and is a pillar of Your strength when I find I am very weak and children who trust You in all things. You have introduced me to mighty prayer warriors who are not gossip mongers, but truly men and women of prayer. You have shown me there is more to this world than flowers and plants. There are people who need You desperately. I need You desperately. We all need You desperately.
In my tiny little “me” world, You have helped me to begin the long process of tearing down walls and building doors to the lives and souls of others. My doors are not completely built. My walls are still standing in some corners, but in my vulnerability, I have begun to know the true reason the dear woman anointed your feet and wept. She saw the need to which I was blinded. Forgive me, precious JESUS, forgive me please. I should be anointing Your feet, Your body, Your head. For You alone are worthy. Instead, You have anointed mine with love, grace, mercy and joy. In all these things, I pray You will help me give back to You as a sacrifice of true thankfulness. Yet, dear LORD, it does not seem as a sacrifice at all.
As Mary poured the ointment on Jesus' feet and filled the house with the fragrance, please, Father, may I too pour the ointment on YOUR feet; no longer preparing for Your burial, but instead, Your return. May the fragrance going out from me be beautiful, sweet, inviting and full of the Holy Spirit, because soon there will no longer be an opportunity to proclaim my Father’s love.
May I never be selfish; but when I am selfish, despite You, forgive me. May Your will be done on Earth as it is in Heaven. I love you, LORD.
(References taken from WEB, John 12:3 and following.)
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