It is 54 degrees today as I sit looking out our office window. It seems Spring has just about come. Winter has nearly passed and the deadness is almost a thing of the past. Trees are beginning to bring about new green buds. Water is raging in the river behind our house from melting snow. Both of these speaking of new life. Often, I am so like these dead trees and parched land that desperately needs sun and water to bring it back to life. Trees need sunlight to warm it and breath new life into it. I need Jesus, the Son to do the same for me. Land needs water. I need the water of the Holy Spirit to quench my weary heart and make living streams flow.