there was this girl. isn’t that how the story of every man’s downfall begins? except this.. this wasn’t your ordinary girl. she would say she was, but. no.. not ordinary. not her. she was a dream. she was brought up right, loved the Lord, came from a good family… and her heart. phew! man! and
i’m just a normal girl. from a normal town. my parents have taught me well – to love God. to be good. and i’ve always dreamed about the day i would get married. doesn’t every girl? i’ve always imagined my wedding day. and what it would be like to have a family of my own.
this piece was a joint effort and i cannot accept full credit for it. thanks for all the hands that contributed to this one. my name means rock. And for a good long while I actually thought I earned it! I knew why I got the name. I grew up a fisherman, which will make
i had a lot of money. i mean A LOT of money. there wasn’t anything i didn’t have or couldn’t get. and i was secure. i had a government job. i was chief tax collector. admittedly, i was corrupt. but what did i need integrity for when i had all this money? i could BUY
i am a samaritan woman. do you have any idea what that means? being from samaria is bad, at least according to jewish people. they won’t deal with us. period. we are a hated race. but being a woman is even worse. our own men won’t even talk to us, at least not publicly. so