Alabaster Box

There are days when you strode into a place with "affluence" on your mind. It might be something about the venue, or your company... or it might be a new social status you've chosen to assume... it doesn't matter. In those days you walk with your confidence way up above the skies... You walk with your eyes alil' haughty, with the airs of "Can you see me?" engulfed all around you... And the feeling is amazing! You know you deserve this... You know you worked hard for this... And you know it’s time to reap the rewards.

Then there are days when, it just doesn't matter who is watching. Only you knows the weight of your need. Only you understands what you want and it fuels your ambition. So you walk in, humble. Almost broken. And you pursue.

... you fall on your knees and just cry and cry and cry... (and it's okay. Your frailty as human has just kicked in and it's okay to cry). Your heart is swell. Swell of praise and thanksgiving? Swell of worship? Swell for His presence ... and sometimes, it's a broken spirit you are nursing.. of days you've gotten 'it' wrong or of a predicament of some sort...

And you cry. You just want to wash His feet with your tears and then wipe them dry with your hair... It doesn't matter that Christmas is yet to come and yo birthday passed. It doesn't matter that nothing special is being celebrated today, you just want to pour that perfume in your Alabaster box down to His feet. 

... the highest place you know


You're in capable hands
 

and it feels like home

sigh. 

 









**Point is, know exactly what it is you want and pursue it in the BEST possible way.