“The same thing I see in you.” That was what the Lord whispered to me one Wednesday evening, in the middle of prayer. Earlier that day, I couldn’t shake the story of the woman at the well. It replayed in my mind on a loop—unusual, because while I was familiar with the story, I never considered it particularly relatable or teachable for me. I knew it, but I didn’t see myself in it. And then I did what we’re often hesitant to do. I asked God. “What did You see in her?” I assume