When you lay at the feet of Jesus to pour yourself out, the fragrance from that worship lingers on you and on Jesus. When the woman poured her oil from the alabaster box onto Jesus’ feet and wiped His feet with her hair, she anointed Jesus, but she also anointed herself. Surely the scent of that moment remained in her hair and on her hands long after she arose to leave. Others probably smelled that expensive sacrifice on both her and on Jesus. Those people knew that she and Jesus smelled the same. Tufts of that sweet aroma floated on the breeze as her locks of dedication lifted with its blowing. The scent traveled and touched others even without her knowledge. They experienced the vestiges of a heart broken onto Jesus like the alabaster box. When we pour the ointment of sacrifice and praise upon Him, it causes us to draw others because we smell like Jesus. God then positions us to cross paths with precious souls that He wants to draw in.

Yesterday, I was sitting in a parking lot eating. Once I finished, I tried to start the car and nothing happened. I could have panicked, but I didn’t because my life is on the altar. I waited for a moment and a young lady came over and offered her assistance. She let me use her phone and she drove me home. On the way home, we both realized that God had set us up. I got to give my testimony to a lovely stranger. Perhaps God wanted her to smell my hair.