Then Mary took about a pint of pure nard, an expensive perfume, she poured it on Jesus feet and wiped his feet with her hair. And the house was filled with the fragrance of the perfume. - John 12:3

Dear Jesus, I sometimes wonder if you were with me in person would my worship and adoration of you be as obvious as Mary's. She couldn't care less who saw her spend a year's wages on an afternoon of fragrant worship. How deeply she appreciated your impending death for her that she anointed your body for your burial while you were still alive and humbly wiped you with her hair. Like her I know you absorbed the wrath of justice for me, too. I am loved and I am eternal because you lived and died for me. I worship you in my heart. Help me to unashamedly worship you in the presence of others today. Amen.

When you really love someone it cannot be hidden from them or anyone else.

Additional Readings: Romans 12:1-3, Hebrews 13:9-13