Photo Credit: The Chosen Seeing Jesus in the form of a man has been a life challenge for me. I know he is real. I know he walked on earth as living breathing flesh. But growing up I could never connect to the reality of the flesh side of him. I could not understand how someone I could not tangibly see could really love me. Until now.... In my 50ish years my journey has led me straight to the face of my Jesus. And my own well of sorts. Relating to the woman at the well has not only become a reflection of my own brokenness but a source of my healing. Jesus never intended for what broke me to have a lifetime hold on me. I did that. I was my own judge. And juror. Daily...