The Coordinates, The Well

32.2095° N

35.2852° E

These numbers on my wrist?

They aren’t just coordinates.

They mark the place where Jesus met the Samaritan woman at the well.

She came to the well in the middle of the day…

worn out, weighed down, hiding from the eyes and opinions of others.

She carried shame like I’ve carried it.

Like maybe you have too.

But Jesus…

He was already there.

Waiting. For her.

He didn’t postpone or evade her story. He met her right in the middle of it.

He didn’t flinch.

He asked her for a drink,

knowing she was the one who was truly thirsty.

He spoke gently but truthfully. He told her everything she’d ever done..

and loved her through His presence.

She dropped her jar.

The thing she came for, the water, suddenly didn’t matter. Because she had just tasted living water.

I wear these coordinates to remind myself…

I am not my past.

I am not my stumbles.

I am not who I used to be.

I’ve carried my own jar.

Filled it with striving, pretending, perfection, and approval.

But I’ve dropped it.

It was just way too heavy and actually never mine to carry.

Grace found me.

Love found me.

He found me.

And once I tasted that kind of love, that kind of thirst quenching water from Him, I never have to look at my life, my story, my steps the same.