Beholding Jesus

Mark 14:1-11

“Father, I desire… her. She has won My heart. She is the one abused

and judged by the church, the one who cannot even lift her head to look

into My eyes, the poor and the torn. She is the faithful one that has

poured all her future and security on My head as an anointing. Yes, I

want her. She will be my bride, for she knows how to love. She desires

Me with the same intensity as I desire her. She is weak but I can make

her strong. Her love is disfigured and hopeless, but I will transform it

into the purest beauty. And we will be together forever.

Father, I desire her heart. I will go to the cross, and I will win her for

eternity. I want You to love her like I love her. Not only that but Father,

cherish her in the same way that You cherish Me, for she is My bride.

She is My Precious Jewel; radiant and shining. I will always love her.

Look at how she does not even hear their accusations! All of her senses

are overtaken by Me. Nothing on earth has satisfied her like Me. She

needs My love so much! Her heart is longing for adoration and

acceptance. I love her more than every good thing on earth; I love her

more than the angels. Father, do You see how she melts at the nearness

of Me? Oh I can hardly take it! She is so beautiful to Me. Look at the

tears in her eyes. She loves Me! She understands My purpose, and she

has given me the perfect gift before the hour of My death.

She is my darling. She is my love. She is my fair one. Her very

presence is enchanting to Me. I am captured by her love, and I was

ravished by her even as she stepped into the room. Nothing can

compare to the love I have for her as My head drips with her perfume. I

am covered in her love. Can the splendor of the heavens, and the

hidden things of the earth even measure up to the love she has shown

Me? This moment will resound through the universe forever. Everyone

will know about her love for Me. Everyone will hear about her

sacrifice. Everyone will long to share in this moment.

How I long to dance with her for all eternity. What treasures I will give

to her when we meet again after death. I can already see the smile that

will light her face when our love will be complete, and her reward

given in full. She is sweeter than a rose to Me, for there are no thorns on

her to cut Me when I touch her. I call her My Lily, because she is pure,

her love as intoxicating as the very perfume she pours on Me. This one

has a heart of gold. This one is the bride I fight for. I would go to the

cross for her heart alone, but oh how I long for all of their hearts!

When she broke open her alabaster box, My heart yearned and ached

for her. Just as her treasure was poured forth on My head, I will go to

the cross and pour forth My life for her. I will let them tear at my flesh

and My body will be broken as the alabaster box. And we will be one.”