Not a Mary, More Like Peter

Many of my friends compare me to Mary. The woman who sat at the feet of Jesus; the woman who anointed the Lord with a costly perfume. I am always willing to run from the hectic life, with its stresses, pressures, and distractions, to pour my love on Jesus. However, I actually resemble Peter more than I resemble Mary.

I am full of extravegant words and driven to win the Lord's favor. I speak boldy about my passion and often fail to live up to that passion. I love God like Peter loved God. I fail God like Peter failed God.

I want to go back to fishing. I want to retreat from the call on my life. Peter went back to fishing after Jesus died. I assume he was heartbroken, disillusioned, and wounded. Jesus comes to him and commisions him.

This is the season I am experiencing. I tell Jesus I agape (love) Him. He tells me to feed His sheep and tend His sheep. I falter under His request. I can only see my earlier failures. But, Jesus is faithful to restore me, and His message will be on my quivering lips.