"When one of the Pharisees invited Jesus to have dinner with him, he went to the Pharisee's house and reclined at the table. A woman in that town who lived a sinful life learned that Jesus was eating at the Pharisee's house, so she came there with an alabaster jar of perfume. As she stood behind him at his feet weeping, she began to wet his feet with her tears. Then she wiped them with her hair, kissed them and poured perfume on them." Luke 7:36-38
"'Therefore, I tell you, her many sins have been forgiven - as her great love as shown. But whoever has been forgiven little loves little.' Then Jesus said to her, 'Your sins are forgiven.'" Luke 7:47-48
Nothing is as it was: burning heart, thirst for knowledge, tender intimacy.
Is this part of growing up or growing cold? Stalemate, I say.
Shall I stay still? Lie low? Patience seems the hardest.
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