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Cold. Hard. Ice. All these words described her heart. She worked hard keeping people out. It was an effort to feel nothing, something she strived towards everyday. Life was easy this way. She was not lonely. In fact, she was rarely alone. Many men had slept in her bed; some she had married and some she had not. None had she loved.
In a conscious effort to avoid the stares and looks of others, she waited until noon to fetch her water. It was a relief to know that she was unlikely to meet up with anyone as most people chose early morning or evening to visit the well.
As she approached she felt unsettled and uneasy. Pushing these feelings aside she walked past the stranger and began to draw water. When it became evident that He was speaking to her she felt compelled to answer His questions. "Why does he want water from me? How does he know so much about me?" she questioned herself. He knew of her men. He knew of her reputation. He was not repulsed. He offered her water in return. Did he not know that she kept people out? She did not need him.
As he spoke, she knew he was different. She could feel a change coming over her. The heart that was cold and hard began to melt. There was a sudden willingness within her to listen and accept what this man had to offer.
Warm. Soft. Living Water. All these words described her heart.
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