Lord God, Holy One.
We open Your Word,
and hear
the shouts and whispers
of Your Presence.

Lord God, Holy One.
We open Your Word,
and hear
the shouts and whispers
of Your Presence.

Rise early in the morning. Just in time to walk out in the dark and witness the first edge of dawn. Pushing light against silhouetted trees, houses. Flooding pale hues of color across the sky.
No matter what happened the day before, whatever is taking place in this season—somehow the break of day clears the dark.
“So he built an altar there, called on the name of the Lord, and pitched his tent there. Isaac’s servants also dug a well there” (Genesis 26:25).
When Abraham or Isaac or Jacob moved to a new place, they did the necessary. Built an altar and worshiped the Lord their God. Pitched a tent and dwelled in the temporary place.
And dug a well. Dug deep. To tap into a source of water hidden beneath the ground.
