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Topic: Fulfillment (04/06/06)
TITLE: Woman at the Well
By Venice Kichura
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I truly did believe--
The key unlocking happiness
Was found in goals achieved.
In school I made the honor rolls
And even made straight A’s.
I glistened when my teachers smiled
And lavished me with praise.
But even if my grades were good,
I still felt I missed out.
This mousy awkward teenage girl
Just wanted to go out.
So off to college I did go
The fall of ‘68.
Although I still worked very hard,
My goal was getting dates.
When I emerged then from my shell
And learned to bat my eyes,
I found it wasn’t all that hard
To wink and flirt with guys.
But then it wasn’t very long,
I started to complain,
“Why is that the men I date
Are immature and lame?”
As tears streamed down I cried aloud …
“Dear God, what’s with my life?
Oh will I ever be fulfilled
And be somebody’s wife?”
God heard my prayer and soon I met
A very stable man,
Who also had a winning smile
And asked me for my hand.
Soon after walking down the aisle
I smiled and said that this
Is all I need to be fulfilled.
I danced in married bliss.
But I found out that even though
I loved Ed from the start,
There’s still down deep inside of me--
A vacuum in my heart.
A baby’s what I need,I thought.
For then I knew I’d find
The ever so fulfilling job
Of molding little minds.
And even though I loved my sons
Who’ve blessed my life with joy,
That hole was still inside of me
Despite my awesome boys.
While drawing with my child one day
I had a pleasant thought.
Perhaps I’ll find fulfillment if
I do pursue my art?
So while my precious toddler slept
I drew him as he stretched.
For once, I felt my skill was more
Than drawing “Etch-a-Sketch”
But, then, again, it wasn’t long
I heard so loud and clear…
That empty hole down in my heart
Was calling, “I’m still here!”
It’s then, I mused, I love to write...
Now words were my new toy.
I signed up for a writing course
And this I did enjoy.
I cannot say that there was not
Fulfillment from my pen.
It’s just that deep inside of me
That hole cried, “Me again!”
While working at my desk one day
I tried to write a song.
But heard a voice inside of me
Exclaim, “You‘ve got it wrong!”
“My child, you’ve tried so very hard
To fill that empty hole
That never seems to be filled up--
It’s deep inside your soul.”
It led me to my bedroom shelf
Where laid a dusty book.
It was the holy Word of God
It pled, “Please take a look.”
With anxious hands I reached for it
And wished that I had read
More of this book and maybe then
I would be Spirit-led.
Then as I opened up the book
My eyes fell right upon
A verse that brought peace to my heart.
I brightened and read on.
I read a story telling how
A woman came to draw
Some water from a well, but met
A man who knew her flaws.
In seemed he knew most everything
About her sorted life.
How she’d been married many times
And now was no one’s wife.
But she was living with a man.
Yes, she was shakin’ up.
She pleaded, “Give me water, Sir,
So I can fill my cup.”
How stunned she was to hear him say
That if she just believed
That he was God’s beloved Son
New life she would receive.
She filled her cup and drank that day
To never thirst again.
For she had met the Son of God
Who wiped away her sin.
So just as very long ago,
This story I do tell.
I filled my empty cup that day---
This woman at the well.
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