Tears for Annointing

I'm a free crier. Always have been.

I come from a long and prestigious line of crybabies.

Beauty makes me cry. Whether in a painting, a song or a sunset.

A sweet smile from the girls, or a look from the hubby is all it takes to elicit a tear or two.

At times, this certain aspect of my personality has been an embarrassment.
Therefore, I grew to see it as a problem. Something that needed to be changed, controlled, or done away with completely.
But I'll share more about that particular journey later.

The point is, I accept who I am and the way God made me. I'm glad my soul can still be touched by the simplest things. I never want to grow calloused or 'used to' the blessings I encounter every day.

I choose to buy stock in Kleenex and let the Lord bless my socks off!


So with that being said, and in keeping with this wonderful Easter season, I want to share two things that always bring tears to my eyes;

1) First is a painting of Mary washing the feet of Jesus.

"Then took Mary a pound of ointment of spikenard, very costly, and anointed the feet of Jesus, and wiped his feet with her hair: and the house was filled with the odour of the ointment."

                                            John 12:3

Her love for her Lord, her devotion to Him can be seen in every line of her face.
As can the sorrow at what she knows is to come.


2) Next is a song that I remember from my childhood.
 I hear it and I'm transported ~ I'm sitting in a pew next to my mother and brother, hearing my dad do one of the only things he loves almost as much as preaching ~ singing a great Southern Gospel classic.
Broken and Spilled Out


I do not have a pound of spikenard for anointing my Saviors feet. I do not have a years salary for any such costly gift.
What I do have is a heart that overflows with gratitude. Each tear of joy that I shed is a 'Thank You'.

I will proudly anoint the alter of praise with my tears.