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I am a Woman of the Well
If you had told me 10 years ago I’d be working for a church someday, I would have laughed. In your face. SO HARD.
Because 10 years ago, I was the girl all you “church girls” were praying for.
Ten years ago I thought Christianity was boring and narrow-minded.
Ten years ago, I was really only consumed with one thing: partying.
Ten years ago, the greatest joy in my life was going out, having fun, drinking, dancing, whatever! Sure I made time for work and school, but that wasn’t what my life centered around.
Until God gripped my heart.
Until I lost my earthly father.
Until I wandered into a place called The Well.
A place where I could sneak in to the back of the dark church, sit in the last pew, try to go unnoticed by others, and hide.
Only to be found in Christ.
A place where someone invited me to hear the truth I didn’t even know I needed to hear.
A place where my sin was confronted and His grace was made real.
The story of The Woman at the Well in John 4 never gets old. She was just going about her business in the middle of the day, filling up her jug of water at the well. Scandalous past, naïve about her faith, not sure of the man she just stumbled upon. Only to realize as He began to talk with her, He was the real deal. He was the Messiah! He confronted her sin, He corrected her theology and revealed Himself to her. She understood and was so excited that she left her jug right there, and ran into the village to tell everyone who she just found!
He offered her truth and grace.
She responded in gratitude and obedience.
And as a result, “Many Samaritans from that town believed in him because of the woman's testimony...” - John 4:39
May that be true of us.
May we be brave enough to listen and hear.
Brave enough to believe.
Brave enough to repent and be saved.
Brave enough to go and tell.
Ten years later, I am a church girl. The Well is my home.
Ten years later, Christianity is the biggest thrill of my life.
Ten years later I am still consumed with one thing.
But that one thing is knowing God and making Him known.
I am thankful to know what it means to be a woman of the well (literally and figuratively). I’m grateful to have had my sin pointed out because it showed my need for a Savior and led me to His love and grace. I am thankful because I’m no longer living in bondage to alcohol, living in shame, living lost.
And there is no other place I’d rather be found than in Him.
“The kingdom of heaven is like treasure hidden in a field, which a man found and covered up. Then in his joy he goes and sells all that he has and buys that field. - Matthew 13:44
“Indeed, I count everything as loss because of the surpassing worth of knowing Christ Jesus my Lord. For his sake I have suffered the loss of all things and count them as rubbish, in order that I may gain Christ and be found in him, not having a righteousness of my own that comes from the law, but that which comes through faith in Christ…” - Philippians 3:8-9