I am a Woman

I love this. Leaves me speechless and wanting more of my amazing Jesus.

“I am a woman of no distinction, of little importance; I am a woman of no reputation. You whisper as I pass by, cast judgmental glances, but you don’t take the time to AT me or even get to know me for who I am. For to be known is to be loved, and to be loved is to be known, and otherwise, what’s the point in doing either one of them in the first place. I want to be known. I want someone to look at my face and not just see two eyes, a nose, a mouth, and two ears; But to see all that I am and could be, all my hopes loves and fears, but that is to much to hope for, wish for, or pray for, so I just don’t, not anymore. Now I keep to myself and by that I mean the pain that keeps me in my own private jail, the pain that’s brought me here, at midday to this well. To ask for a drink is no big deal, but to ask it of me? A woman unclean, ashamed, used and abused, an outcast a failure, a disappointment, a sinner. No drink passing from these lips to yours could ever be refreshing. Only condemning, as I am sure you condemn me now, but you don’t.

You’re a man of no distinction, but of the utmost importance, a man of little reputation, at least
so far. You whisper and tell me to my face what all those glances have been about, and you
take the time to really look at me, but don’t need to get to know me, for to be known is to be loved but to love is to be known, and you know me, you actually know me. All of me and everything about me. Every though inside and every hair on top of my head, every hurt stored up, every hope, every dread, my past and my future, who I am and could be. You tell me everything. YOU TELL ME ABOUT ME. And that which is spoken by another would bring hate and condemnation, but with you it bring love and grace, mercy hope and salvation. I have heard of one to come, who would save a wretch like me, and here in my presence you say, ‘I am He’. To be known is to be loved and to be loved is to be known. And I just met you but I love you, I don’t know you, but I want to get to know you. Let me run back to town, this is way to much for just me, there are others, brothers, sisters, lovers, haters, the good and the bad, sinners and saints, who should hear what you’ve told me, who should see what you’ve shown me, who should taste what you gave me, who should feel how you forgave me. For to be known is to be loved and to be loved is to be known. And they all need this too; we all do need it for our own.”

(This is a modern, re-written version of the story of the woman at the well which can be found here: John 4:3-30)

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Peace
Liz