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A young man I once knew had grown up in the West. He understood a few things about water and plants and such. And his throat had been parched while hiking or biking for hours in the desert and on rugged back roads.

On his first visit to the East, after settling inside the car, his initial response was:  I don’t see any sprinklers. How do they keep the grass green?


Here in the West ribbons of green wind across golden valleys. Meandering, stretching, coursing beside farmlands and pastures, into the foothills, at the base of mountains. Deep narrow canyons carved by liquid life flowing, quenching the thirst of creatures and vegetation, pooling in reservoirs where children splash on summer’s day.

Verdant shade trees and berry bushes, wildflowers and tall grasses, give evidence to growth and life, thriving from the trillions, quadrillions, gazillions of water droplets merged to rush through a dry and needy land.

Along both edges of the river, branches, leaves and roots are nourished. And every precious drop revives, yielding fruit to sustain an even more precious commodity—life.


yellowstone-river-51148_640Blessed is the man… his delight is in the law of the Lord, and in His law he meditates day and night. He shall be like a tree planted by the rivers of water, that brings forth its fruit in its season, whose leaf also shall not wither; and whatever he does shall prosper… For the Lord knows the way of the righteous…   –  Psalm 1

Blessed is every one who fears the Lord, who walks in His ways. When you eat the labor of your hands, you shall be happy, and it shall be well with you.  –  Psalm 128

Favor pours on the one connected to the water of Life, whose roots soak up moisture and nutrients, whose very being thrives, like a natural underground spring bubbling up, streaming across hard, cracked earth. Where an oasis emerges in the desert. Because all that is touched by the flow is changed.


Here in the foothills when rain tarries, and autumn turns to a dry winter, the golden glow of grassy fields fades to a dull grayish-brown. The terrain groans from lack of moisture, begging to be replenished.

God’s instructions and intimate concern form the basis of a relationship that is blessed and a life bearing fruit.

But the contrast is a warning to those detached from the Giver and Sustainer of Life.

The ungodly are not so, but are like the chaff which the wind drives away. Therefore the ungodly shall not stand in the judgment, nor sinners in the congregation of the righteous… the way of the ungodly shall perish.  –  Psalm 1:4-5

Cursed is the man who trusts in man and makes flesh his strength, whose heart departs from the Lord. For he shall be like a shrub in the desert, and shall not see when good comes, but shall inhabit the parched places in the wilderness, in a salt land which is not inhabited.  –  Jeremiah 17:5-6

O Lord, the hope of Israel, all who forsake You shall be ashamed. Those who depart from Me shall be written in the earth, because they have forsaken the Lord, the fountain of living waters.  –  Jeremiah 17:13


The seeds are there, lying beneath the surface. Potential awaiting resurrection.

We must not make the mistake of some, refusing spiritual refreshment. Tapping into the source of Life and bathing in the fountain of Life refreshes body, mind and soul. And brings us into the presence of God.