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Monday, 9/19/05we had a fine day on sunday. i sang one of the songs i wrote, in the morning service to go with the message. Pastor Lutz and i do nursing home on fridays and he preached the coolest message, and i gushed about it. one of the elderly ladies that sometimes comes to visit wasnt' there, and she comes to the regular church services, so he decided to do it again on sunday morning. i had a song that fit perfectly. the message was about being "at the feet of Jesus" and how we are.. *we have our priorities straight there*in our right minds there *we are broken, and jesus shares our brokenness therePastor used the story of Mary (not Jesus's mom) and Martha (Luke 10:38-42), the maniac of Gadera (i'm trying to find the right spelling, lol) how when Jesus had cast out the demon's, they found the man clothed, in his right mind, at the feet of Jesus (Luke 8:35), how Martha and Mary both reacted when Jesus came to raise their brother, Lazarus (John 11:20-35), and then later of Mary washing Jesus's feet with her hair (John 12:1-9).Well, i sang my song on Sunday morning before the preaching, and towards the end, i just started crying. i didn't mean to, but it just hits me so hard every time. i was at the part where i sang... "how i wish i could be at the feet of Jesus, just like Mary at the feet of Jesus, humbly washing with her hair, showing Christ how much she cared..." oh, i would just love that, and every time i think about it, it just gets me teary. there are so many people in the Bible that we look at and it's like, well, that's a man, or that's a preacher, i couldn't be like them; but Mary was just a normal woman, just like me, you know? she's someone i can relate to. she had long hair like me, and she just showed Jesus how much she cared in the most personal, wonderful way she knew how.