Sacrifice.

Everyone stares at her. She feels judged. She's sick to her stomach, & in her hand she holds the most precious thing she has. And she holds it tight & she looks to her Lord & she meets His eyes. And she goes to Him, past all the staring eyes, & she goes to His feet...& she offers to Him the most precious of what she has. And she breaks it, & she opens it, & she pours it all over Him. She gives it ALL. And that fragrance fills the room...& it makes no sense to the judging critical eyes. But the Lord knows & He understands what was done, & He says, "Her name will go on & on...this story will continue to be told, & still to this day we continue to tell the story. This is you. This is you & you are beautiful, & what you bring me is beautiful. And it is so purposeful, that perfume anointed me for my very death. You do not know how precious that gift is to me. Such a valuable love...though you have not seen me, you love me still." You are weeping...weeping over His feet. It fills the room. Such depth of feeling & emotion...so deep...so compassionate, so sensitive...

This is who you are.