//I let you lead me to the freedom tree
near the working well
you, a docent – gentle peace giver
I took my drink last
When you offered living water
I would have given you a cup full
because you already knew my name
my past packed into my jar
each time I scooped it in the well
of grace and truth your words offered
a new life unfolds, harvested in me//
I’ve done a lot of reading, digging deeper into John. The world seems to pack a punch, heavy in my gut. My punch back is holding truth in the folds of my soul. Does a soul fold? I believe it does, over and over on itself. Like a folding of time and a bending of space, my soul folds.
I’ve drawn a lot of truth from the woman at the well with whom I identify with the most. I am filled with hope to know Jesus would talk to a woman with a past like mine, that he would offer her living water, that he would send her to tell of His truth, that he would use a woman who the world wished to throw away.
The woman at the well was embarrassed to draw water with everyone else. She chose the time of day that was the hottest and when no one would be around as she gathered water in her jar. Jesus was there. He always shows up in the most unlikely of times to offer something genuine. And he will take all that broken mess in us and have us stand in the light of who he is for us.
When I feel there is no place in Christianity for me because of who I used to be, I remember who is my guide – He who found me at the well and offered living water.
It’s #FiveMinuteFriday. The word prompt is GUIDE. Above is five minutes of free flow writing. I welcome your comments and thoughts.
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