Pressing the play button I place my palms over my eyes. Shut out the light, please. Total darkness . . .
My head hurts. I should do this . . .
My head hurts. I should do this . . .
I was that woman, but now . . .
fresh, living water
thirsting no more.
Total darkness so I can . . .
focusing on His love
and ease . . .
throbbing headaches.
The time is coming and has come that . . .
what I'm called does not matter
and . . .
where I worship does not matter.
Adoration.
For being . . .
that kind of woman
For being . . .
that kind of woman
so I can be . . .
that kind of woman no more.
Living bread
and . . .
food to eat.
Sowing.
Harvesting.
Knowing me inside and out.
The beginning of my list. # 1-14.
John 4:1-42
