I had a dream last night I was with Jesus. We sat together at a well. I couldn’t see His face but I knew it was Him. He was real relaxed, like super chill. I wasn’t saying much. He was speaking to me with such truth. He was real, genuine, I mean. He wasn’t panicked, or angry. He was just sincere, like whatever we were discussing, He was serious about it. I just listened intently. I distinctly remember our position. Our backs were to the well, leaning back and at ease. It really reminded me of the scene when He was sitting with the adulterous woman at the well. We talked like we were friends. Like He really knew me and I really trusted Him.
In most of my relationships, I’m the one being drawn from. Giving my time, money, ear, or wisdom. In this relationship it was different. Jesus was the dominant force, contributor, and focus. My position was one of rest and listening. I really enjoyed it. I was refreshed at that well. For once I was able to receive something from someone in my life. He gave freely. As He spoke, my spirit testified that He was not withholding anything from me. He was excited to share, to build me up. This made me trust Him. I knew I could give Him all of me, even the scary parts that I had no idea what to do with. I knew I could give them to Him and He would understand. He was my life. Living, breathing, speaking to me. He was my way out.
Ever since I was a child, I’ve been looking for a way out of this maze. A way out of meaningless conversations, relationships with dead people, a way out of dead- end jobs, way out of bad decisions and wrong turns. Finally, here He was. Just as calm and powerful, free, and honest as could be. Extremely receptive. He wanted to be there with me. His presence was so full and reassuring, I’m sure He could have been anywhere. Yet He met me there. Me. He and I sat back against that well like we were old-time friends. I was in love with His life. My life became His.
The morning sunrise peeked through my blinds that morning, gently caressing my face, prompting me to open my eyes and rise for the day. I lay in bed for a moment, relishing the meeting at the well, wondering how I could take this moment and see it happen in my real life.