Everyday, one of the first glimpses of value we seen in ourselves lies in the staring contest we have with our own reflection. As the bathroom mirror and I greet one another each morning, some conversations are better than others.
“Well, you look exhausted.”
“Well, I guess it’s time for a haircut.”
“That running you are doing, well – girl – it’s working for you. Just sayin'”
“Well now, who moved my contac solution…again…?”
“Well woah…Well woah…that wasn’t toothpaste, it was Neosporin.”
Then there are the hard mornings. Those awakenings that greet me quite differently.
“Well, today my baby leaves for school.”
“Well, I can’t go through another day of chemo…please don’t make me go.”
“Oh well. I have no job. I’m so tired of looking. I want to give up.”
And the most interesting revelation in all of these conversations – the same two eyes stare right back at me. Every morning. It’s almost as if I reach the bathroom door praying God did a miracle over night and somehow miraculously changed my appearance transforming my perspective. (Creams don’t do that well either I might add).
I wonder how many times you have found yourself looking at your reflection in defeat. You aren’t where you want to be in life. The eyes staring back at you stamp the word “failure” in big red letters across your forehead. No matter how many hurdles you jump, mountains you climb, success you want so badly to see in yourself – your reflection remains unchanged.
I wonder how our reflective thinking would change if we allowed Jesus into our “well” every morning.
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You see, I know it’s hard to believe, but women did not have mirrors in Jesus’ day. Wait, I wonder if they relied on others to politely point out the piece of food sticking out of their two front teeth? Or even worse – how in the world did they ever do their wardrobe selfies and post to Facebook without a full length mirror present? I know, serious complications back in the day.
Yet, most women did see their reflections during a daily routine they carried on every morning and evening for their families. Women often made trips to the well to gather water for their household needs. Due to the sun’s intensity, it was common to make this trip early in the morning or in the evening.
As women gather water, they can catch a glimpse of their reflection deep in the well, defining their worth as their bucket comes back into view from the deep well’s tunnel. I wonder what these women saw every morning and every evening looking back at them in their water pail?
I wonder if silently they yearned for more than what they saw there in that moment.
I wonder if any of us ever see our reflection and want more too.
The Samaritan woman in John chapter 4 did. (Read her story at the bottom of today’s post…just in case you need a little refreshing).
You see, her reflection labeled her the outcast of her town. She was to be used. She had given-up on true love. Perhaps, she felt like she had nothing left at this point, causing her to venture routinely to the well alone during one of the hottest times of the day. She despised looking at her reflection, yet maybe it comforted her to take the glance in the privacy of the moment.
For nobody took these trips with her.
Nobody chose to tell her otherwise.
Nobody believed that there was more to her than what she saw on a daily basis.
Until she learned to look elsewhere, beyond the reflection that defined her.
Because, of course, Jesus was right here, in the middle of the heat of the day, at her well, waiting for her arrival.
Have you ever noticed how the Bible says that he “had” to go through Samaria?
There were other routes, clearly labeled. This was a track way off the interstate down a road that had barely been traveled. A path Jesus seemed called to take.
Because Jesus knew there was more.
This woman had no husband to call her own.
Well, Jesus saw more.
This woman was completely alone.
Well, Jesus was present.
This woman suffered during the heat of the day.
Well, Jesus conquered the cross.
This woman needed a reason to keep going.
Well, Jesus offered a stream of life that would never cease from flowing in and through her.
And her reflection began to change.
I wonder if she continued to gather water during the heat of the day or if she conquered taking the trip with others?
I wonder if she welcomed the spring from within?
The reflection staring at you in the mirror this morning dares to define you right down to the core…
During the heat of this battle, dear friend, remember you are not alone.
He is at your well.
There is a lot more that lies beyond the surface that the mirror fails to tell.
Can you feel the spring of life that He has placed inside of you? For when you look into His water within you my friend, the most amazing reflection indeed awaits you. Instead of seeing whatever you may believe you have to offer, in His stream, in His promises and in His Truth you will always find more.
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Now Jesus learned that the Pharisees had heard that he was gaining and baptizing more disciples than John— although in fact it was not Jesus who baptized, but his disciples. So he left Judea and went back once more to Galilee. Now he had to go through Samaria. So he came to a town in Samaria called Sychar, near the plot of ground Jacob had given to his son Joseph. Jacob’s well was there, and Jesus, tired as he was from the journey, sat down by the well. It was about noon. When a Samaritan woman came to draw water, Jesus said to her, “Will you give me a drink?” (His disciples had gone into the town to buy food.) The Samaritan woman said to him, “You are a Jew and I am a Samaritan woman. How can you ask me for a drink?” (For Jews do not associate with Samaritans. ) Jesus answered her, “If you knew the gift of God and who it is that asks you for a drink, you would have asked him and he would have given you living water.” “Sir,” the woman said, “you have nothing to draw with and the well is deep. Where can you get this living water? Are you greater than our father Jacob, who gave us the well and drank from it himself, as did also his sons and his livestock?” Jesus answered, “Everyone who drinks this water will be thirsty again, but whoever drinks the water I give them will never thirst. Indeed, the water I give them will become in them a spring of water welling up to eternal life.” The woman said to him, “Sir, give me this water so that I won’t get thirsty and have to keep coming here to draw water.” He told her, “Go, call your husband and come back.” “I have no husband,” she replied. Jesus said to her, “You are right when you say you have no husband. The fact is, you have had five husbands, and the man you now have is not your husband. What you have just said is quite true.” “Sir,” the woman said, “I can see that you are a prophet. Our ancestors worshiped on this mountain, but you Jews claim that the place where we must worship is in Jerusalem.” “Woman,” Jesus replied, “believe me, a time is coming when you will worship the Father neither on this mountain nor in Jerusalem. You Samaritans worship what you do not know; we worship what we do know, for salvation is from the Jews. Yet a time is coming and has now come when the true worshipers will worship the Father in the Spirit and in truth, for they are the kind of worshipers the Father seeks. God is spirit, and his worshipers must worship in the Spirit and in truth.” The woman said, “I know that Messiah” (called Christ) “is coming. When he comes, he will explain everything to us.” Then Jesus declared, “I, the one speaking to you—I am he.” (John 4:1-26 NIV)
I am an ICF trained Certified Professional Christian Life Coach (Christian Coach Institute Graduate), Motivational and Inspirational Speaker, mentor to women and an author. I am an author, blogger, ICF trained Certified Professional Christian Life Coach, Motivational and Inspirational Speaker and encourager. More than anything, I define myself as a child of God. I simply desire to use my passion for thriving (getting every single drop out of life) to inspire others. I have overcome disabilities (coloboma vision-loss, severe hearing-loss and a small right arm). I am a double brain cancer survivor. I use the story God has given me to move beyond what I am surviving and thrive in His promises. I enjoy being a wife to Steve for over 12 years and mother to three boys (ages 9, 7 and 4).