A place of rest is not necessarily a place of peace. Anyone who lives with major regrets can attest that simply exiting the wilderness of sin does not bring peace. The washing of the water of God’s Word is the life-giving source. Jesus said . . .

Water sloshed. Sweat poured. The bread and raisin cakes wore off hours ago, but Jacob was in too deep to quit, now. One-hundred feet above his head, cows mooed and sheep bleated. “Water!” they seemed to cry. Through the pungent air of the well, Jacob sighed.

I wonder what thoughts bubbled up in his mind. Of course, digging was difficult, but did it feel mundane? Ordinary? Dare I say, meaningless? …..