Revisiting the Well

I'm at the well ...
And as I approach it, I see Him wiping His brow and touching His parched lips.  He sees me and smiles in recognition.  We do know each other, but there's something different about this encounter.
I decide to sit with Him.  There is no need to tell Him anything - He knows.  It doesn't matter.  He is accepting.  He knows my heart, but I don't know His.  Not like I should.  I will in time.  We will continue from this point.  The same journey, but a different direction.
I'm ready now.

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