Hiya my ladies out there in blogsphere (a special shot out to all our followers by the way!). Here’s a “spoken word” poem that creatively captures how the woman at the well must have felt after she encountered Jesus – the real, moving, live, in-flesh Jesus. Can you imagine being in her sandals – a woman unclean, used, judged and scorned by her world? While I absolutely have no talent whatsoever when it comes to drama or anything musical (and never will) I really enjoyed this and wanted to share it with each of you! xo, allie
PS: If you’ve never read this gospel account pick up a biblia and read John chapter 4.
