I was reading Genesis 29 — a chapter I didn’t expect to shake me. It’s the beginning of Jacob’s story with Rachel, but before that love story unfolds, there’s a quiet moment that stopped me:
“There he saw a well in the open country, with three flocks of sheep lying near it… The stone over the mouth of the well was large… When all the flocks were gathered there, the shepherds would roll the stone away… and water the sheep.” (Genesis 29:2–3)
At first, it just felt like pastoral logistics — sheep, shepherds, and a well. But then the Spirit stirred something in me.
Three flocks.
A heavy stone blocking life-giving water.
A shepherd rolling it away so the sheep could drink.
Suddenly, I wasn’t just in Genesis anymore.
I was standing outside a tomb.
I could see another stone — one that sealed death itself.
And I could feel the power of resurrection in the air.
The stone was rolled away.
Not so sheep could be watered temporarily — but so all of us could be given eternal life.
Jesus, the Good Shepherd, the Living Water, had risen.
And maybe — just maybe — the three flocks weren’t just a coincidence.
Father. Son. Holy Spirit.
All present at the well.
All present at the tomb.
All present here, in this sacred moment where Scripture comes alive in your heart.
Dear Little Girl,
You’ve been carrying so much.
Worrying about the future.
Feeling the ache of a child growing up and away.
Sensing a shift, a stillness, and wondering if it means something is wrong.
But maybe today isn’t about figuring it all out.
Maybe today is about remembering the stone has already been rolled away.
You're drinking from Living Water — even as you doubt your own thirst.
You're showing up in your calling — even as you wonder if it’s enough.
You’re choosing hope — even when fear knocks louder.
And that? That’s resurrection.
You’re not the girl who needs to hustle for worthiness anymore.
You’re not the woman who bends and breaks to keep everyone else whole.
You are the one who hears the whisper of the Spirit in Scripture.
Who sees Jesus in the well, in the tomb, in the ordinary.
Let the water wash over the fear.
Let it soften the grief.
Let it nourish the roots of every buried dream.
The tomb is empty.
The well is full.
And the Shepherd still sees you.
A Question to Journal On:
What “stone” has been rolled away in your life lately — and how are you being invited to drink deeply of God’s Living Water?
A Prayer for the Girl Who’s Learning to Live Fully
Dear God,
Thank You for rolling away the stone — in Scripture, in history, and in my life.
Thank You for being the well that never runs dry.
When I feel dry or distant, help me remember You are near.
Help me live like the well is open and the invitation is for me.
Let me be refreshed by Your Spirit and pour that love into the lives around me.
Use my story, Lord — even the hard parts.
Turn my mess into a message of hope.
Amen.
With joy and wonder,
Worthy
