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What are you looking at?
Didn't you hear me? I said what are you looking at?
You're definitely thinkin' something about me, and I'm guessing it ain't about my mind.
What do you know about me anyway? You see with those eyes thinking you know everything.
You don't.
You ever think you might be wrong about me, you who think you know me so much? I know
- you got me figured out, right?
I'll tell you what you should know. What I want you to know.
People are more than skin and flesh and teeth and hair. I am more.
I am more than your two eyes could ever take in. I am a person. I am a girl.
No – I am a woman.
Look at me. Look. At. Me.
I know things you know nothin' about.
I know what it is to be abused, used, dirty, unclean.
I thought that to be loved is to be devoured - chewed up and spit out.
Giving it away. Laying down with a guy, thinking this time, it's gonna matter.
This ones going to be different.
This one's gonna see me, hear me, know me, love me.
I know a lot of men. Yeah, I do. Men who didn't hear my no, even though I said it. They didn't
hear, because they didn't ask. They didn't ask, because they didn't have to.
I mean, it's me, right?
No one asks a girl or a woman like ne
So yeah, I know what you're thinking.
Why do you think I go to the well in the middle of the day when I know none of you will be
there?
It's been like this my whole life.
But Today, I met someone.
He was different, you know?
Let me tell you – please….oh, man. I gotta tell you.
This man saw me. He spoke to me. He asked me for a drink of water.
I know that ain't usually a big deal, but to ask it from me?
I mean…He wasn't exactly the kind of man who talks to girls like me.
This man – He knew everything. He knew the stuff I don't let you see. The stuff I
don't even look at.
He told me about my own pain, my fear, my longing, my sin. He told me about me.
Okay – so it was sorta nuts – from anyone else, the things He said would
have seemed like condemnation and hate – but from Him, it was different.
It was grace, mercy, love, forgiveness.
I mean, He took the time to see me, and when He saw me, He knew me – every little
thing about me. Every thought in my head, every dream I've ever had that I couldn't
tell no one about. No one would believe me anyway, right? But He did.
He knew about this nervous thing inside of me. It's like my mouth's always dry and I
gotta have something to drink.
It's like I got this thing that says if I will just give some guy what he wants, just
this one more time, I'll be loved.
Do you know what I'm talking about?
So this man at the well today tells me He can help me. He says He can give me the kind
of water that can make me clean again and that can fill me up forever and take away
this edginess I got inside.
I told Him that I always heard and I even hoped that maybe God would come and help me
someday – ‘cause I can't do it by myself, you know? And then He said, "I
Am
He."
And I knew. I just knew. I believed.
I am not who you think I am. You've been wrong about me. I've been wrong about me.
That's why I had to come here today. I mean, that's what I've been tryin' to tell you!
You gotta meet this man. You got to.
Because of him, I am clean
I am pure
I am loved
And that changes everything. I'm different.
Yeah, it's me. The Woman at the Well.
I am a woman – and that's my story.