Lord God, Holy One.
We open Your Word,
and hear
the shouts and whispers
of Your Presence.
![](https://i0.wp.com/susanlafferty.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/04/IMG_8703-e1555526233301-768x1024.jpg?resize=580%2C773&ssl=1)
Lord God, Holy One.
We open Your Word,
and hear
the shouts and whispers
of Your Presence.
The sand was slippery. Soft. Shifting as we plunged through it to our tents by the river.
Not just any river. The brilliant blue-green water rushing by this camp was the Ganga, otherwise known as the Ganges. Worshiped by millions of Hindus.