R58,50
Size: A5
John 12:3 “Then Mary took a pound of very costly perfume, pure nard, and anointed Yahshua’s feet, and wiped His feet with her hair; and the house was filled with the fragrance of the perfume.
Father, I yearn to be in Your presence, to rest at Your feet. The busyness of daily life consumes me as I rush around, tending to my responsibilities.
Grant me the grace to prioritize sitting at Your feet, to commune with You. I crave to discern Your voice, to feel Your heartbeat. Only when my own cup overflows, can I offer to those around me. May I exude the pleasing aroma of Your presence, Lord.
At this moment, I am here, at Your feet!
