desigA conversation over tea About the life Jesus poured out for me.
What does it mean, that if I'm forgiven little I love little? What does it mean, to not deserve full acquittal? What does it mean, that I have been judged guilty, What does it mean, despite that I could be free completely?
An alabaster Jar of perfume, a life's worth of earnings - from work she knew immoral, when forgiven poured out her savings.
That was me. That is me.
I never loved Jesus this much - till I saw the gravity of my sin, that was when His Grace came in, when I was forgiven much.
He went to the cross to pour out for me his life to take my place - a sentence of death that was mine, for every sin right down to my thoughts that could be traced.
The more I see the gravity of his Grace, The more I tremble in His presence - The more I come to him humbly, The more I seek His Face.
I am the sinful woman - I am the broken one. He is my Righteous Savior - He is God's precious son.
