The prompt this week is Relief.
We came together. I came together with them all for the first time in a long time. Old women and young women—girls, some of them. And she told us we had come to the well.
“Come to Me all you who are weary and heavy-laden, and I will give you rest.”
He said those words so long ago, but He says them to us still. You’ve been through the desert. Come to me. Come to the well. You are thirsty. Drink.
And the water flowed, from our eyes, as we lifted voices in prayer. As we took steps of faith, baring our souls. The water flowed into our souls. The healing balm of Gilead came from our palms with the laying on of hands. The water from the wellspring of Life. The Giver of Life. Rushed into our hearts.
Women, we are strong. We will be strong. But when we are tired, we will come to the well. We will not be backstabbers and gossips. We will love each other well on the path. And we will come to the well together.
Okay, I may have slightly broken the rules by editing a little bit . . . I just can't leave it alone!