The Woman at the Well, A Woman With Issues 12+

📒 The Woman at the Well I walked through the desert of despair.I thirst for the hope of salvation.Each step filled with the heaviness of desperation. There had to be a way to look up to the heavens,a spark, a glistening beam that would not burn,that would lead me on to find what could not be utteredor explained with words. I ventured with the trust of a newborn child who welcomesthe lessons of the cold world with open arms.Desperate as each second passed and new pages of my lifeturned into hours and days of depression. Yet in the distance, the view was a glorious vision,only one that God could paint in front of me.I ran with bleeding sores from the blazing sun of lonelinessto a well of hope, praying it was not dry. I looked deeply and pulled up the bucket to drinkthe life-quenching water that filled my parched soul,with a family that enfolded, embraced, and elevated my heart.A heart that once only beat with the sound of the clock. I fell to my knees for it is He.I give God the glory who ended my search at the wellthat overflows with love.A love that flows from heart to heart and I thirst no more.