"WOMAN AT THE WELL"...

"I am a woman of no distinction...of little importance. I am a woman of no reputation...save that which is bad. You whisper as I pass by and cast judgmental glances, though you dont really take the time to look at me, or even get to know me.

                             For to be known is to be loved, and to be loved is to be known.

Otherwise, whats 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 that i am.. and could be all my hopes, loves and fears.

But thats too much to hope for.. to wish for.. or pray for. So i 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 thats brought me here at midday to this well.

No ask for a drink passing from these hands to your lips could ever be refreshing...only condemning, as I'm sure you condemn me now.. But you don't.

You're a man of no distinction; Though of utmost inportance. A man with little reputation, at least so far. You whisper and tell me to 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.

                                    For to be known is to be loved, and to be loved is to be known.

And you know me. You actually know me; all of me and everything about me. Every thought inside, and hair on top of my head; Every hurt stored up... every hope... every dread.. My past and my future, all 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. Coming from you brings love, grace, mercy, hope and salvation. I've heard of one to come who could 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. Let me run back to town this is way to much just for 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.

                                   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".

I didnt write this. It was written by Chris Kinsley and Drew Francis. But as soon as i read this, i felt like i was the woman speaking. It just cut really deep to all those feelings of pain, and hurt that we hide from the world around us when everyone thinks we're fine.

I wrote this to all my ladies out there. One time or the other in your life, you will be that woman at the well. For some of you it has happened.. for some its only just happening.. for some it is ahead. And for everyone of us, it will definitely be more than once. As you take time out to read this, just think of how Jesus has come to take away all that youve felt for forever.. all the bad feelings that youve had. He loves you, and he is the only one that can lift that burden off a woman of no distinction and make her into something beautiful. He did it for me... I guarantee you, he will do it for you... and if he doesn't, then hell freezes...

Thats all about the woman at the well.. as Jesus did it.

~***shanpepe***~