Show Don't Tell: John 4:27-30

As the sun dipped low in the sky, casting golden hues across the dusty paths of Sychar, a woman approached the well, her water jar resting comfortably on her hip. Her name was Miriam, and she came to draw water, as she had done countless times before. The harsh whisper of the midday sun had kept most away, but she was used to the isolation, the burden of shame that followed her.…