O' Samaritan Woman, bearing the agony of your shame. As others pass you by, not the least bit interested in knowing your name. Hobbling around with a heavy load, hopeless situation, brokenness is instead your price of ever being betrothed. Bruised and nameless woman, tormented soul. Longing for the pain to be drained. Used and abused over and over again. Conviction of your circumstance shifts upon you all the blame. Reciting in your head, "this could be him, he could be the answer to my dream." Only to once again be let down, left feeling worthless, stripping away the self to your esteem. Along comes a man willingly, breaking boundaries to meet her at her defiled site. Unbeknownst to her, he has the power, to step into her darkness and supernaturally call into existence light. Release her from any suffering, Mercy and Grace restores, and she stands redeemed. Do you know the Samaritan woman I speak of? Would you recognize her if she were standing ne...
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