The story that I read was the story of the woman at the well in John 4.
Good morning Father Papa, Thank you for time here. I’m picturing myself in the scene with you at the well with the woman. I am that woman. She was ashamed of her life, of who she was--just wanting love and looking in all the wrong places. Nothing has seemed to have worked out for her so far--then she has this “chance” encounter with YOU! You were sitting there before she even arrived. You knew she was coming and that she would be there. I bet You thought about her before she even got there. You already loved her...felt her pain. You wanted to lift her, save her--gently show her truth, that you would wait for her. You were alone so it would be private, not disrespectful for her. What honor you showed her. What respect. What love for her. She needed You and she didn’t know it yet, but You did. You wanted to be there. You waited to make an invitation to her---for her. I AM that woman. I relate to her on so many levels, especially her heart. I can imagine her shame for being who she is, wanting NOT to be noticed in one way, but desperately needing to be in another way.You've met me so many times at the well and have given me living water. You've honored me, spoken gentle words, held me and told me "I love you Clare", when I all do is cry as you hold me. Thank you for being a gentleman, not forcing your way on me, but loving me, speaking to me, encouraging me and meeting me where I'm at, never condemning, not one harsh word. You've been faithful every day of my life, even when I've been the wayward child or haven't believed a word You've said. You patiently waited and never stopped loving me.
Help me Jesus to be that loving, that patient, that faithful to the people that are in my life. Do in me what I can't possibly do for myself. I am so very grateful for your faithful love, gentle guiding hand and never changing character. I count on it, especially in the night when it's the hardest. Thank you Jesus!
