Mistie House

I’m a storyteller, much like the woman at the well. And if we’re honest, many of us have lived her story in one way or another — thirsty, searching, longing, and sometimes drinking from the wrong well. Jesus met me at my empty well. He redeemed my story. He rewrote my ending. Because when all others pull away, Jesus draws near. When the world slaps you with shame, He lifts your chin with grace. When Satan schemes to destroy you, Jesus steps in to restore you.