“Give Me a Drink”

How does it feel to be the Samaritan woman; the woman at the well? Once I shed tears of shame for being this woman whom Jesus met at the well one day. There I was. Going to the well for the water I needed to get me through the day. The water took many forms back then. It would be money, gossip, pride, or laziness. Some days it would be sex or alcohol. Each day I would visit the well never really knowing how much water it would take to satisfy my thirst.

But that day, the day He met me at the well, He let me taste the living water and washed me of my shame. He told me of my past. He spoke of things only He could have known about me. Some of it I didn’t even know about myself. He did not make me feel ashamed, only hopeful that He wanted to do a new thing. He wanted to give me the water that would become a spring welling up to eternal life.

Now, I celebrate, not the woman at the well, but the woman who left the well a transformed person. If I had known about living water, maybe I would have asked Jesus for a drink first, but instead, He pursued me. I went to the well. He was there waiting for me. I can never repay His grace and mercy for meeting me at the well that day. I do what I do because I truly love Him. I’m sometimes surprised by how much I love Him, and sometimes don’t think I love Him enough. I do know He loves me more than I love Him. It is because of that love that He found me. Alone. At the well.

Jesus doesn’t need me. He wants me. He makes my life a stream of living water. This stream never runs dry. I never have to revisit the well. I am not thirsty anymore. Instead of crying tears of shame, my tears have turned to joy. Thank you Jesus for caring enough to go to the well that day.

“Jesus answered and said to her, “If you knew the gift of God, and who it is who says to you, ‘Give me a drink,’ you would have asked Him, and He would have given you living water.” John 4:10 (NKJ)

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