At the well

I am just like her, the woman at the well. We are a lot alike. We lived immoral lives, didn’t fully understand our faith, and we were both loved to the core by our Savior. Of all the people, Jesus chose to reveal to her in plain language that He was the Messiah.

She encountered Him on an ordinary day, in an ordinary life. Going to the well to collect her portion of water, ordinary water. And there, at the well is Jesus, the spoken Word of creation,offering her living water.

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