I feel like Mary. She broke open her alabaster jar and poured her perfume on the feet of Jesus. When she did that she poured out all of her fortune and all of her hopes for the future. She was giving the best she had, her most precious possession. She gave it out of her pure, extravagant love for Jesus.
I feel that writing is my alabaster jar. It is the most pure, most precious thing I have that is truly mine. It was woven into the fabric that God knitted me together with when He formed me in my mother’s womb. I am pouring it out now.
I’m hoping to be like the widow’s oil jar. Everyday she uses it to feed herself and her family but in the morning the oil is full again and her jar never runs out. I’d like to give my oil everyday and be confident that the Lord would replenish it each night.
Like Mary, when she loved so extravagantly she wept, became vulnerable, opened herself up to open shame and public rebuke. She gave it all – her all. With all of my heart, I’m desiring to give you the only gift I have, the only thing I have to offer. I pray that Jesus uses this gift as a balm to help heal your wounded heart. 
ReLoriMichelle 