Early in the morning, before the sun was risen, they came to the place where Jesus lay...He is not here, He is risen. Indeed!
Early in the morning O Lord you hear my voice, in the morning I lay my requests before you, and wait in expectation. (Ps.5.3)
His compassions never fail they are new every morning. (Lam 3.23)
Slowly jogging past the neighbours' houses, not a prayer jog, not a hint of 'claiming the territory', but as the drizzle slowly seeps into the sweatshirt, and cools both my face and the shiny dome above it, so may God's blessing fall as drizzle on the roofs of these houses, and seep into the lives of those still sleeping, or just waking.
And I jog quietly, because as Proverbs 27.14 says
If a man loudly blesses his neighbour early in the morning,
it will be taken for a curse.
So I'm learning to jog quietly and pray inwardly!