I am That Woman
I am the woman at the well. I am a woman who was lost. I am a woman who has had but five husbands and all have failed me. But now...I crawl on my knees in strength to find the only one who can quench my thirst. I am so strong down here, stronger than ever before.
I set out to paint the “sinful “woman washing Jesus' feet. I identify so much with this woman--her not-deserving status and Jesus’ rebellious love for her. It is just crazy how he loves the completely messed up and broken. But, alas, she was painted alone. She became every woman who was weak with sin but is now strong in her faith. She is the heart behind the woman lavishly pouring expensive perfume onto Jesus' feet. She is the heart of the woman at the well who has tried to find fulfillment in man after man after man. She is the heart of all of us who have searched for love in the things of this world only to find that they leave us empty and unsatisfied.
But look...this one here...she is still. There is no washing or wanting or crying. Before, there would have been a thousand things in front of her as she used to kneel to idols of pleasure and numbing. But now there is only worship. There is a heart full of repentance and adoration. There is so much going on in her heart but her body is fully at rest. I. love. That. Oh, the simplicity of intimacy with our Beloved!
Come, us women with a sordid past. Come, us women of striving and trying. Come, us women who feel ugly and unuseful. This is your place of strength, right here...kneeling at the feet of Jesus. When there is nothing left but to worship Jesus, you have found your place.