Oh God, please take me back to that same place where the only thing I ever wanted was to be right with you and be forgiven of all my sins.
Take me back to that moment when everything else that I’ve been praying for meant nothing to me after I found you – after I learned how deep your love is, how long you have been waiting for me to come home and how far you’ve come to rescue me.
Take me back when my joy can only be found in You; when I don’t need anything else in this world as long as I have You.
Just You… and me!
I want to be that woman who annointed Jesus with the most expensive perfume which she kept in her alabaster jar, washing his feet with her tears and wiping them with her hair. I want her heart. I want to see… again what she saw, what she discovered that made her gave up her most precious treasure – her life, her past – kept in that alabaster jar which she has been saving up for someone so worthy.
Where is she, Lord… in me? What has happened to her? I knew, I was her. I knew because I walked her shoes before – her shame, her sins and her desperation for a second chance in life. But somehow, I felt I lost her. And I want to find her again.
I want to be her, Lord.
I want her heart – because her heart is broken by this world but made whole by your love.
Will you give me a heart like hers? All my other prayers don’t matter to me now. I only just want her heart.
I want to be so desperate for you, Lord. Desperate not to acquire things of this world, but only you because you’re the only one that really matters.
Give me her heart, Oh God. So I could wipe your feet again with my tears and pour myself out on you in full surrender.
I’m desperate for you, Oh God.
I need you.