The streams of living water flowing from Jerusalem aren't dried up by summer's heat or frozen by winter's cold. Rejoice, my heart, that you're here to witness the Lord's faithfulness. Seasons change and you change, but your Lord remains the same. The streams of His love are as deep, broad, and full as ever. The pressures of life and trials make me crave the refreshing river of His grace.

I can go right now and drink my fill from this endless fountain. It pours its flood in all seasons. The upper springs never run dry, and thank God, the lower springs won't fail either. Elijah saw Cherith dry up, but God never stopped providing. Job found his brothers like unreliable brooks, yet his God was an overflowing river of comfort.

The Nile is Egypt's great confidence, but its floods vary; our Lord is always the same. Cyrus diverted the Euphrates to conquer Babylon, but no force can change God's grace. Old riverbeds may dry up and turn desolate, but the streams rising from divine love will brim forever. Generations pass, but grace's course remains. God's river can truly say, "Men may come, and men may go, but I go on forever." How blessed you are, my heart, to rest by such waters. Never stray to other streams, lest you hear the Lord's rebuke, "What have you to do in the way of Egypt to drink of the muddy river?"