We fall down we lay our crowns at the feet of Jesus. The greatness of mercy and love, at the feet of Jesus, and we cry HOLY, HOLY, HOLY  and we cry HOLY, HOLY, HOLY is the Lamb.

This praise song really gives me a sense of what it is I should be doing for the Father.

While having communion on Sunday I was kneeling at the pew and praying. This picture came to my mind of the woman kneeling at Jesus' feet and weeping and her tears falling onto his feet, and her opening her jar and annointing His feet and then wiping her hair over them and just giving her whole being to Him.

I knelt there. My spirit cried out! I WANT TO DO THIS FOR YOU LORD!

Luke 7-37-38

 37^(A)And there was a woman in the city who was a sinner; and when she learned that He was reclining at the table in the Pharisee's house, she brought an alabaster vial of perfume,

 38and standing behind Him at His feet, weeping, she began to wet His feet with her tears, and kept wiping them with the hair of her head, and kissing His feet and anointing them with the perfume.

These verses are me. I #1 am a sinner, like this woman. I am not in her sins, but in sins of my own. The sins I have are great. They entangle me like a snare.

How I wish I were more humble. That I could be more like this woman!

Can you see this?? I mean close your eyes and picture this. It is incredible!!

Luke 7:38

39Now when the Pharisee who had invited Him saw this, he said to himself, "If this man were ^(B)a prophet He would know who and what sort of person this woman is who is touching Him, that she is a sinner."

The Lord knows what kind of woman I am. He knows that I need to be there at His feet in humblness! Falling down and weeping at His feet.

We are not to be like the Pharisee and sit at the table thinking we are equal to Christ. We are ALL like this woman at His feet.

I want to glorify You Father! I want to be at Your feet! I want to give You glory and honor and praise!

Lord, I want to be at Your feet. I want to learn of You and Your ways at Your feet. I want to be open and spilled out, like the alabaster oil, at Your feet for Your glory! I am Yours Father! Every bit of me, everything I have, all that I do is Yourd and for You!

Teach me to be more like this woman who knew her place and where she ought to be. At Your feet. I love you Father!