Closing eyes, breathing in deeply, the fragrance of the air fills her with life. She reaches her hands out, and grasps, but realizing her grip is only clutching the air passing by, she opens her eyes and lets the air hit her tired eyes. With a sigh, she breathes out, and slowly falls to her knees. "Strengthen my feeble arms and my weak knees, " she mutters as she pulls the elastic pony tail out her hair, allowing her hair to cover her face. The tears begin to fall and as she can taste their saltiness, she begins to shake at the thought of her unworthiness. Placing her hands on the floor in front of her, and bowing her head, her eyes close as her chin quivers from the sobs she holds back, she sees him... and as she stood behind him at his feet weeping, she began to wet his feet with her tears. Then she wiped them with her hair, kissed them and poured perfume on them.


(the last two sentences are from luke 7)