“i waited patiently for the Lord, and He inclined to me, and heard my cry. He brought me up out of the pit of destruction, out of the miry clay. and He set my feet upon a rock, making my footsteps firm. and He put a new song in my mouth, a song of praise to our God.”

sitting in the hospital… it’s not likely your baby will get better.
someday this pain will be a story you tell.

holding your last paycheck… don’t know how you’ll make ends meet.
someday this moment will be a story you tell.

getting divorce papers in the mail… never thought you’d be alone.
someday this rejection will be a story you tell.

holding the empty bottle in your hand… you’ve lost your family.
someday this journey will be a story you tell.

crumbling to the floor in disappointment…again.
someday this loss will be a story you tell.

standing at the graveside… how do you even begin to say goodbye?
someday this grief will be a story you tell.

will you tell about His love, His compassion and His grace?
will you tell how His words, moved you through this place?

like the woman at the well.
what story will you tell?

history says she went to the well
at a different time than all the other women.
because hers was a story that told itself.
all those husbands.
all that shame.

she had no idea that her story was about to change.

change her.

forever.

because that day at the well, Someone was waiting.
Someone who knew her history.
knew her loss.
knew her pain.

Someone who came to change her story.

“whoever drinks of the water that I shall give him shall never thirst, but the water I shall give him shall become in him a well of water, springing up to eternal life.”

“come! see a man who told me all the things I have done;
this is not the Christ, is it?”

“and they went out of the city, and were coming to Him…and from that city many of the samaritans believed in Him, because of the word of the woman who testified.”

because of the story she told.

in an instant, her story had become one of
freedom
deliverance
acceptance
forgiveness
joy
love
celebration

and everything that had gone before
had brought her to the place
where her story changed.
where she met the Changer.
Jesus.

wherever you are today…
whatever pain or loss or disappointment you are experiencing
is seasonal.
and no season lasts forever.
someday this season
will be a story you tell.

what story will you tell?

let Jesus fill you.
right in the middle of this season.
invite Him in.
feel the well of water spring up inside you.
and overflow
to the point
that others around you
see and believe
because of your testimony
of how He changed you.

from the inside out.