Salvation Stories: Lizzie. Free Christian Story. Jesus Saves.

Lizzie

Lizzie walked automatically to her usual spot: a small round table in a quiet corner of the popular coffee shop. The waitress gave her a questioning smile, and Lizzie nodded and forced her lips into an upward curve.

By the time her scented tea had arrived, Lizzie's laptop was already open, and a spreadsheet dominated the screen. She may have fooled the waitress, but she couldn't fool herself: the numbers on the screen were as jumbled as her thoughts. If she didn't get her act together soon, her job would be a mess just like everything else in her life.

Her perfect pink gel nails tapped the keyboard. Outwardly, she appeared poised and professional. Inwardly, she was on the point of collapse. If only she could go back: undo the sordid mess she'd made of everything. If only she could wipe the look of disgust off of Pete's face. But she couldn't. Her choices had seen to that.

"Everything fine?"The waitress looked her way politely.

"Yes. I'm fine." Liar!

I'll never be fine again.

Lizzie closed her laptop. It was pointless trying to work. What she needed was a complete change of scene, or perhaps a new dress. As she signalled for her bill, a booklet wedged between the salt and pepper cellars caught her eye. She dislodged it and glanced at the bold title: "The Woman At The Well."

The odd little booklet seemed to invite her to open it. Instead of asking for her bill, she ordered a second pot of tea, and began to read.

Something deep within her heart began to crack open as the story unfolded: A story of a sinful woman. An outcast of a woman, whose shameful deeds set her apart from the other respectable women and were the cause of her having to fetch water in the middle of the day. A woman whom Jesus loved. A woman whom He forgave. A woman like herself.

Lizzie's tea grew cold as her heart grew warm towards Jesus. She tucked the special booklet into her bag, and headed home with a sense of urgency. There was no well where she was headed, but she had a feeling that Jesus was waiting just for her.

The End

Scripture reference: John 4: 1-42

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