Wasted. How many things are wasted? How much beauty is never seen,
heard, savored? God himself loves me and wants me and found me and
forgave me...He wants to pour out my life..."waste" the beauty
he poured into me, by pouring it out on Him. It's the shower worship
songs, the love songs written in paper journals and notebooks, the tears kissed from a toddler's face, the kindness shown to a stranger...food
given to someone who is hungry; prayers whispered in darkness...this is the pouring of the oil on the
feet of Jesus. This is the worship and adoration...the love He
treasures. He sees. HE SEES!
Even when you feel like no one else is paying attention...He is!
You who bottle our tears, number our hairs. You are holy! (Psalm 56:8, Luke 12:7)
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