When I was 2-years old, I taught my brother James how to say his first words. The problem was.....he was 4-years old.
Talking has always been
one of my all-time favorite things to do. I don't recall a report card
where I didn't have a checkmark next to "Talks Too Much" or a teacher who EVER said, "She's such a shy girl." I'm not shy and I talk too much. Wicked combination.
Although we don't know
how old the lady at the well was that John speaks of in Chapter 4 or
even her name (Liz, perhaps??), we do know that this was the longest recorded one-on-one chat with Jesus in scriptures......and we know she had multiple husbands and a bad reputation.
But when Jesus asked her for a drink of water that hot day, it was clear what He really
wanted. He wanted to talk. He wanted her to know that, although she
was broken and despised, He could give her something none of her five
husbands could ever give her.
Salvation.
This
Salvation was in the form of water that was alive and dipped
exclusively for her. Being a Samaritan or a Texan or even a Yankee from
New York doesn't matter; God's water is FREE to anyone and everyone who
asks. You don't need a dipper to drink from cause God uses His very
nail-scarred hand as a dipper for us. And He wants to talk.....to
YOU....and to me.
I think this is where I get my love for talking from.....my heavenly Father......and what can I say; I inherited it!
But hear me well, friends; the
time has come to hold out both of your weary and worn hands and receive
all that Jesus has to offer. It's easy to see why she left her water
jar behind when she "went back to town" (John 4:28). Her thirst was
quenched. Her future secured.
If not at a well, where did Jesus find you?
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