My Divine Notes

July 7, 2013 Remember the story of the woman who poured oil over the feet of Jesus, wept and kissed him? Luke 7:36-40 The Voice Luke 7:36-40 The Voice translation  Once a Pharisee named Simon invited Jesus to be a guest for a meal. Picture this: Just as Jesus enters the man’s home and takes His place at the table, a woman from the city—notorious as a woman of ill repute—follows Him in. She has heard that Jesus will be at the Pharisee’s home, so she comes in and approaches Him, carrying an alabaster flask of perfumed oil. Then she begins to cry, she kneels down so her tears fall on Jesus’ feet, and she starts wiping His feet with her own hair. Then she actually kisses His feet, and she pours the perfumed oil on them. That's how I felt.  Yesterday I had a memorable “point in time.”  My ear tuned to a melody:  “ The King of Heaven’s Armies is right here by my side . “   Tears trickled down my cheeks unexpectedly. The Lord knows my real...

Psalm 56:8 You number my wanderings; Put my tears into Your bottle; Are they not in Your book? I can tell you all about wandering. I did it very effectively for decades. During the wandering years, I felt a powerful tug in my spirit especially when things weren’t exactly peachy in my life. I cried the tears of a prodigal daughter on many occasions, and at times I caught glimpses of God’s compassion for me -- yet I refused to take hold of his hand. God tenderly waited for me like a Good Father until I decided to come home.