I Want To Be

Luu Herrera

I want to be the type of woman who anoints Jesus’s head with oil. I want to be the type of woman who finds the Living Water and then goes off running to share of Him. I want to be the type of woman who weeps at Jesus’s feet for thankfulness for the sins that were forgiven. I want to be the the of woman who reaches for His cloak for healing. I want to be the type of woman who sits at His feet and listens even when the busyness of life is calling. I want to be the type of woman who gives Him her everything. I want to be the type of woman that follows Jesus to the cross. I want to be the type of woman who sees life through Calvary and the price that was paid. I want to be the type of woman that Jesus appears to. I want to be the type of woman that when Jesus looks at me He sees a beautiful heart. I want to be a woman who is constantly seeking Him. I want to be a woman known for loving Jesus. Yes, I want to be that type of woman and every day He is turning me into her.

2023-06-30 16:06:36

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