Marah’s life has been difficult. Her father died when she was three, and a succession of men began the parade through her life—men who disappointed and abused her. Her heart withers away. Her youth fades. She did what she had to do to survive. There is no joy or freshness in her life, until that day at the well of Sychar when a stranger from Galilee asks her for a drink of water. What she had thirsted for all of her life is showered upon her in that brief meeting.