In the gospels, we find the story of a woman. A woman much like you and I. One that has been tainted, broken, and bruised by the world and her sin seeking relief, love, and wholeness. The story of the woman with the alabaster jar. This jar was filled with a fragrance seen purely for monetary value by those around except for her. She knew this oil only had true value if it was used for the right purpose. The woman took this alabaster jar and entered into a room where all judgemental eyes and whispers were focused on her. However, she was only centered on one thing. She looked toward her Savior; the one who truly saw her. The woman approached King Jesus and poured out her priceless possession at His feet as a symbol of sacrifice, grace, and worthiness. As the external outpouring of this perfume took place, she emptied herself completely by weeping face down before Him. She anointed Him with the fragrance and cleansed His feet with her tears. The grace, forgiveness, and healing she received was more than worth the vulnerability of her brokenness. Actually, it was more than vulnerability; it was love.
As humans we all experience brokenness, and we all desire to love and be loved in spite of it. The reality of this longing rests in where we go in our brokenness. The things of our culture and the approval of others cannot satisfy. There is only one that can truly heal. Jesus is the only one who can make you whole again. Psalm 147:3 says, “He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds.” If your heart is broken, fall at the feet of King Jesus. Pour yourself out to Him. Give Him what is important to you, both big and small. Share your dreams with Him, and tell Him you are disappointed when things do not go as you thought. Let Him know when your feelings are hurt and you are angry. When your expectant heart is let down, go to Him. Cry out to Him, weep before Him, and wash His feet with your tears. When you do, He will catch your tears in His alabaster jar and pour back out His forgiveness, grace, and unconditional love.
“You keep track of all my sorrows.
You have collected all my tears in your bottle.
You have recorded each one in your book.”