Inaudible, sublte, the Holy Spirit may come as softly as a breeze.
Imagine what this lonely Samaritan woman must have felt? She was alone at the well in the middle of the afternoon, and Christ comes to her. He is completely present. He sits with  her. He listens. His eyes see the truth of her life and offer mercy.
He is a ray of light, a wish, a request, an invitation. His eyes must have contained such penetrating and immeasurable beauty and goodness.
She was dying of thirst because she had not received the living water. Our lives are a journey of faith, seeking the water of love. -DC

(Original art work by Debra Classen)