From the glass alabaster she poured out the depth of her soul. O foot of Christ would you wait if her harlotry's known? Falls a tear to darken the dirt of humblest offerings to forgive the hurt. She is strong enough to stand in your love I can hear her say....
I'm weak
I'm poor
I'm broken, Lord
But I'm Your's
Lyrics from Jennifer Knapp Hold Me Now
I took this photo last Sunday on my way home from church. The lyrics above came to mind when I took it and the vision of Mary at Jesus' feet offering all she had -herself was running on replay through my mind.
I was compelled to stop by the river on my way. The way the sunlight was reflecting off of the water made it look as if there were a thousand diamonds floating adrift across the water's surface, flowing to the edge and lapping up against what appeared to be a sandy shoreline. Of course nothing is ever as it appears. The closer I got to the water's edge the more the shoreline revealed her true nature to me. She wasn't sandy but muddy, littered with impurities and imperfections. Garbage and trash had been left behind by those who can't and won't see her for what she's really worth. The rocky, filthy, messy, terrain was difficult to maneuver but where the water's edge met my feet there I saw thousands of tiny shells rich in color with purples and browns. They were deeply filled with earth and texture as if waiting to be unveiled by someone.
I went down to the shoreline because I was drawn by the light. I wanted to capture it's beauty, to store it in my heart. Instead I found something more beautiful- the simple concept of reciprocity. The diamond filled water consistently and continually washes over her banks eroding anything of death and replacing it by bringing forth new life. Yes, she has crevices and cracks but that's part of what shape's her edge. I am filled with compassion for the shoreline for she is faithful and steadfast. She serves those who do not serve her because that is who she is and a mark of Whose she is and in that I see her true beauty. I walked away from the shoreline's edge thinking about the concept of reciprocity. For some who are faint in heart, it is foreign, difficult and much easier to ignore than to be challenged by it, but for other's it is recognized as the natural ebb and flow of life. We are given beauty for ashes, the oil of joy for the spirit of heaviness freely and without expectation, so that in return we can help and serve others. I know I've dropped the ball quite a few times and there are no excuses for it. It's time to rid myself of things past and press on to a good future but I have to be willing to have servant's heart just as the shoreline does.



