Dreams come true..

I am watching God make my dreams come true before my very eyes, still in awe of how he is doing it. 

At this point in my life I have absolutely no doubt of what I am meant to do with my life and why God created me.

The more I take steps towards where I believe I need to be the more I have the sense that I am called for this.  

Stage one of the process to become a foster carer is complete and I am so grateful to God for how far he has brought me. It's a long process and in some ways I am so unprepared, but that where trusting God comes in I guess. 

Now I can continue to trust him to provide everything else I need, and I know he will. 

He's good like that! 

Alabaster Flask.

I have recently applied what we have been talking about at Sisterhood "you don't know the half of it" to many of the passages I read in the word. 

This is a personal favorite of mine in the gospels, even more so because its written differently depending on where you read it. 

You know the one with the Alabaster Flask of perfume! 

It's found in Matthew 26, Mark 14 and Luke 7. 

This woman Broke all she had and poured it out on Jesus! She wept on him and kissed him! She was so venerable in that moment but she did not care.. All she cared about was giving what she had to Jesus. 

She was no afraid to be  broken in front of him, nor worried about what people would say. 

She was completely focused on him in that moment. 

I wonder what she was thinking when she payed for the perfume? Was that her plan all along? 

Is that what she had in mind?

Had she battled with herself beforehand as to whether she was worthy, or whether it was enough? Whether he would accept her? Was she good enough to be in his presence? 

Was she afraid that he would turn her away? 

What was her story that deemed her to be a sinful woman? 

And where did she go when she left? 

We know none of these details, all we know is that she broke her perfume and poured out all she had on Jesus! 

All she had.... 

What's your alabaster jar? 

All I had was my story, unfinished and broken. 

And God had everything I needed. 

Freedom. 

Once I gave him my everything, as broken as it was. That's when he changed my story and made it his, he finished it and made it whole. 

Out of my brokenness his fragrance flowed.