This alabaster jar is all I have of worth
I break it at Your feet, Lord, it’s less than You deserve
You’re far more beautiful, more precious than the oil
You gave Your life for me so I will live my life for You
Like You spilled Your blood, I spill my heart
As an offering to my King- Alabaster Jar Gateway Worship
There are many times when I am looking into the face of someone facing extreme adversity. I feel helpless and dependent on God, to love them through me. I don’t want to sound pat in my words, or give into the urge to “fix the situation”… but have learned to not be afraid, and just be present with them in that moment.
A lady came to Bridge of Hope recently on a very busy Saturday . I looked at her and knew I had seen her before. The Lord put it in my heart to go to her. I asked how she was doing. She said, “You remember me?” I said yes, and she was so touched.
God sees us. He remembers us
I reached out to hold her hand. It was swollen as her whole body was. She is battling cancer and it is progressing rapidly. She is a mother of two small children. She is a Muslim, so I asked if I could pray for her. She was very open and eager, and she said a quick YES. Surrounded by the usual Saturday crowds, and Christmas crafts, I grabbed a chair and she sat down. I got down on my knees in the dirt next to her. I prayed for a few minutes when suddenly, I began to cry. I felt an incredible, overwhelming feeling of love, heartache, and deep compassion from Papa God, for her. I felt like all I had to give, was to just be there, poured out, like the Alabaster jar. All I had to offer, was just me. No words, just tears and being present with her and Jesus. I laid my head on her lap and cried. She wrapped her arms around my head and laid her head on mine as we cried together. Time stood still. It was a beautiful moment of being in the presence of God, loving this woman who was feeling pain, broken and weary. We stayed in that place for about ten minutes, when her little four year old daughter approached us. We clung to each other, not wanting to let go. She looked me in the eyes and said, “No one has ever prayed for me like that. No one has ever cried for me.”
That was truly a Wondrous moment for me. Experiencing God’s divine love, tenderness and compassion was something I will never forget.
The love of Jesus is powerful. It speaks more loudly and clearly than doctrine. It opens hearts. It heals, delivers, reveals, restores, brings hope, and changes lives.
May we yield to and accept His unfailing love, and be transformed by it.