Thee Angel Project

A year of writing a little bit of everything. Writers Write, Right?

the woman at the well

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I’ve been eating a ton of apples lately. Apples and peanut butter, I could live off the stuff. It’s odd for me though, because the crunch of an apple used to make me squirm. I’ve always enjoyed the taste and could eat them in other forms, but to take an apple off a tree and bite right into it is something that has eluded me for years. My relationship with peanut butter is similar. I recently had about a year and a half stretch where eating anything containing peanuts would put a knot in my stomach. Neither one of these can I explain, nor the fact that all of a sudden, snack time seems to revolve around this combination of deliciousness. What I do know is that I now have an intense craving for this combination…all the time. (Nope, not pregnant. Had to be said.) I had no idea what I was missing! Simply stated, they belong together.

The woman at the well in the fourth chapter of John had no idea what she had been missing either. A relationship that lasted, yes. Companionship with other women, yes. A community in which she was valued, yes. The ability to be forgiven and to forgive herself, maybe. A peace that had for years eluded her, certainly. Little did she know it would come in the form of a stranger who by all rights should have had nothing to do with her, less even than nothing. Their chance meeting (chance in her eyes, not in His) at Jacob’s well should have put knots in both their stomachs. Not so. Jesus comes to her with ease and a quiet comfort and says words like these, “Look, I know what you’ve done. I know why you’re here in the middle of the day all by yourself. I know that you have no man to stand by you, to look out for you, to value you as I value you. But I offer myself to you as the ultimate sustaining, life giving, sin burying, Savior.”

If God’s grace is sufficient for her, an outcast in her family, her society, even in her own mind, His grace is sufficient for you too.

Precious.

Honored.

Loved.

Redeemed.

All words He uses to describe you.

He meets you at the font and at the feast and at the well of His thirst quenching word.

He has called you by name. You belong together. You belong to Him…all the time.

 

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Author: Heather

I want you to see life the way I see it. Often contradictory, seldom predictable, many times lovely, occasionally tragic, but every day filled with God's grace.

3 thoughts on “the woman at the well

  1. Good stuff. Both the snack and the writing and the Word! 🙂

  2. Love this! We are visiting an orchard next week… maybe you should join us to restock your apple supply, ha!

your comments are better than eating chocolate in a hammock on a 70 degree day...almost

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