Encounters at the Well, part one: The Samaritan Woman.
As soon as the words spilled out, I realized the truth in my words. This man was not just any Jew. He was the one person who knew everything I’d done yet accepted me. He knew my past and my present yet failed to condemn me. He knew my questions and my doubts and provided the answers for which I’d been searching. He’d known I needed more than just a drink of water. I needed forgiveness. I needed acceptance. I needed a fresh start. I needed Him.