Jacob continued traveling east until he came to a field where three flocks of sheep were resting by a well. Jacob asked the shepherds, “Where are you from, brothers?”
“We’re from Haran,” one of the shepherds offered.
“Do you know Laban?” Jacob asked.
“Yes,” he said.
“Look,” another shepherd pointed further east. “Here comes his daughter with Laban’s sheep.”
Jacob saw a girl approaching in the distance with a flock. He looked around at all the sheep lying around. “Why aren’t these sheep out grazing? It’s not even near nightfall. Water them quickly and get them to pasture.”
“Can’t be done,” the first shepherd said. “The stone covering the mouth of the well is too heavy. We need all the shepherds together to move it. Only then can we water the sheep.”
When Laban’s daughter Rachel was close enough for Jacob to see her beauty, he took hold of the massive boulder with both arms and rolled it away from the mouth of the well. He watered Laban’s sheep, gave Rachel a kiss, and cried in front of everyone.
“I’m your Aunt Rebekah’s son,” he said.
Rachel ran home to tell her father, and Laban ran back to meet him. They embraced, and Laban welcomed Jacob into his home.
Jacob told Laban all that had transpired over the last several days, and Laban answered, “We’re related by blood.” He thought back to a time when a servant of Jacob’s grandfather came with riches for the hand of his sister Rebekah.
Jacob stayed with Laban for a month.
Inspiration: Genesis 29