Tuesday, August 13, 2013

Mary

As she sat in front of her mirror, she looked at her self, and thought of her life. She twirled her hair, and held it as if it was what she had left. She starred into the reflective object and saw herself holding her precious hair. From her gaze in the mirror, her eye caught an old box stalled up her wardrobe. 

She turned and looked at the box covered with dust up on the  six foot wooden cabin. She went closer, and brought down the box. As her hands rolled over the dust, she reminisced, how she got that box. In it was an ancient expensive ointment made from pure nard. It was given to her by her mother. This was a traditional gift that was passed from generation  to generation. She hoping to pass it on to her daughter. 

Her hands still filled with dirt from the box, she laid her back flat on the wide bed, she began to think about who had really affected her life most. She came to a conclusion, A man. The man was in the main room of the house, waiting to be served dinner. This had been the source of hope and life to Mary. So she wondered about how this man, was like no other man who had previously showed up in her life. 

As Mary kept tossing thoughts of him in her head. This man was in the main room with his friends talking and probably, squashing some appetizers. Then all of a sudden, here comes Mary with the old box...she walked straight to this man, looking at him in the eye, she opened the box, and brought out the oil, she poured it gently on his feet, and then wiped the oil with her precious hair. The fragrance of the oil filled the whole room.

As she did this, her heart poured out the most of her love for this man. She poured out her life and all that she could hear, was her inner voice speaking, saying.."I lay it at your feet, I lay my life down, I lay my dreams down, I lay my future, I lay this down at your feet.

The oil she poured out was estimated to be about 300,000 dollars. That was her gift from her Heart.

She poured out her love for the master, from the alabaster box. What are you pouring out.

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