I have always felt a “kindred spirit” with the woman at the well. What my life was like before I met Jesus and the life I heard she lived.
We all have our own “well”. Our own place where Jesus met us and surprised us by allowing Him to fill us with His Spirit and then, our lives were never the same again.
I thought about the woman today. I wondered, if like me, she ran into people who knew her before that day at the well. I wondered if, after much time had passed if sometimes she would go back to the well and revisit that place where she met the King of Kings and the Lord of Lords. I wondered if she could sit there by the well and somehow hold onto that experience.
I am fortunate enough to live close enough to the church where I was baptized in His name and filled with His Spirit. I go to another church now but it wasn’t long ago when I got to go back and visit my home church. I got to pass by the baptismal tank where I left all of my sins. I remember that day, I remember how “clean” I felt and how I’d never felt that way before. I stood at the altar at the place where I received the Holy Ghost. So many years and experiences and people later. I remembered how God surprised me. It’s something I won’t ever forget and I play it over and over in my mind when it begins to get bogged down with the cares of this world.
If each and every one of us had the opportunity to return to that place, to pass that baptismal tank, to stand in that spot where we first were filled… I tell you, it’s an amazing refreshing time in the Lord and I would recommend it to everyone!
And you know, as I write this, I’m convinced that the woman at the well, spent many times there in remembrance rather than thirst.
