After writing through the first series,
I found myself returning to something I’ve already known for some time—
the pattern doesn’t just repeat.
It deepens.
The Woman at his feet...
🔹 Something Repeated
As I went back through the Gospels,
I began to notice something I had seen before—
but hadn’t fully stopped to look at.
There is more than one woman.
Different moments.
Different accounts.
And yet—
the same action.
🔹 The Same Place
Again and again, it says:
She came to His feet.
Not beside Him.
Not above Him.
At His feet.
🔹 Mary of Bethany
“Mary… sat at Jesus’ feet and heard His word.” (Luke 10:39)
Later:
“Mary… fell at His feet.” (John 11:32)
And again:
“She anointed the feet of Jesus.” (John 12:3)
🔹 The Unnamed Woman
Then another account—unnamed.
“She stood at His feet behind Him weeping…
and began to wash His feet with her tears.” (Luke 7:38)
Different woman.
Same place.
🔹 Something Consistent
Across these moments, something stays the same:
A woman
↓
At His feet
↓
Recognition
↓
Response
🔹 Before Others Understand
What stood out to me is this—
in each of these moments:
the woman acts
before others fully understand.
While others question
or hesitate
or doubt—
she responds.
🔹 Not From Instruction
There is no indication
that she was told what to do.
She doesn’t wait for explanation.
She recognizes.
🔹 The Lowest Place
And it happens at the lowest place.
At His feet.
Which made me stop and think—
if this is where recognition happens…
then the lowest place
is not less—
it is closer.
🔹 A Pattern Within the Pattern
This is where I began to see something deeper.
In the first series:
•we saw the pattern of recognition
Now:
we see where that recognition happens
🔹 The One Who Sees
The same kind of person appears again:
The one who:
- remains
- comes near
- recognizes
- responds
And again—
it happens before the others see.
🔹 What This Shows
This isn’t just about individual accounts.
It shows a repeated role:
one who comes close enough
to recognize what others don’t yet see
🔹 And It Continues
Because this doesn’t stop here.
The details begin to matter more:
- the oil
- the hair
- the act itself
Each one
revealing something deeper.
Recognition begins where distance ends.
~ Peace, Love, and Joy ~
