There is a woman, the first woman in the book of John, that speaks to Jesus as he sits by a well in the heat of the day. We find out she has had five husbands, and the man she is with isn't her husband at all. She realizes who Jesus is and she is changed then and there and forever in realizing He is the real Messiah.

I used to think I couldn't identify with her. I don't have 5 past husbands. 5 failures. Who knows, was she like King Henry, divorced beheaded died divroced behaded survived?

The weight of that trauma. That pain. And in an instant, she was seen loved forgiven.

But as I've moved through life, I realize I have had pain.

Death of family and friends.

Death of relationships I thought would be forever.

A constant thorn in my flesh as my body thinks kidney stones are fun.

And now, a string of clients young and old desperate to leave their countries and find peace. Their trauma is heavy to hear and I'm here to help them as they unpack it.

But for me to do so, I have to be healed first. Its an ongoing healing, not just once and done. It would be nice if we could have a well side chat with Jesus and it would be gone in a flash, but this is not the case for most of us.

We have to come back, and ask for that water that never runs out, and for me, the water that doesn't give me kidney stones. So that we can hand out that never ending supply of water.

I thirst. Messiah give me your water.