Archive for April, 2010
April 3, 2010
“When a woman who had lived a sinful life in that town learned that Jesus was eating at the Pharisee’s house, she brought an alabastar jar of perfume, and as she stood behind him at his feet weeping, she began to wet his feet with her tears. Then she wiped them with her hair, kissed them and poured perfume on them.” Luke 7:36
This verse came to me in a unique way as I was walking with my children. the smell of bread baking at the local elementary school, the spring air, and our home as I returned took my thoughts to my own childhood. The security and comfort of those smells as a kid was so reasuuring that life was okay. I was indeed blessed to have a loving home, the shelter of my family, the wonder and fun of school, and wonderful holiday celebrations. I had a father and mother who sacrificed some of their dreams and worked everyday so that we would be secure. I am so grateful as my heart breaks for others who did not know this love as a child. And even though we were “sheltered” my parents did an amazing job teaching and allowing us to “fly” and experience life through trips, spring breaks in Panama City(my pour mother), college, and marriage.
Now as an adult there are days I crave that kind of security again. When the pain comes and the waves feel over my head I wish I could walk in from playing outside and smell the sweetness of home and know all is well. So I wonder about my own childern. Have I given them that same sense that all is well? They are with us for such a short amount of time and I want them to experience the sweetness of childhood. I think they need to experience life and know there is heatache and reality but still taste security the of The Lord in our home.
The woman with the perfume….I am that woman…sinful to the core. And the expensive bottle of perfume….my children. That perfume was expensive- probably everything she possessed yet she did not count the cost. Our children are costly and I do not mean financially…but emotionally, physically,spiritually, etc.(just as that woman’s decision beared all those cost) And yet, I would never count the cost. As that woman I desire to shelter our children in a God honoring way. I want to bottle them up in a sense, open them to Jesus, pour them out to Him, and let their frangrant aroma “fly” into the world. Knowing my sin and need for a redeemer I ask him to forgive and bless me with His love. I pray the same for our children. That in this everchanging world they will come to understand their own desperation. They will recoginze their need for a saviour and the shelter that only HE truly can provide because of the shelter we provided. They hopefully will one day wash his feet through tears with their own precious curls. And the wonderful aroma of our children will be the sweetest tickle to the senses of our Saviour King.
P.S. because their really isn’t a good segue I am adding this P.S. My colonoscopy cam back normal…praise God. WE will take a break from doctors for a little while but I continue to have some issues. I would covet anyones continued prayers.
