Many children of God, even when driven away from the outward means of grace, have, nevertheless, enjoyed such visits of God, such rivers of divine love that they have wondered from where such joy could come. In the wilderness, waters leap forth as do streams in the desert. Believers are not dependent on circumstances. Their joy comes not from what they have but from what they are, not from where they are but from whose they are, not from what they enjoy but from what was suffered for them by their Lord. It is a singular joy, then, because it often buds, blossoms, and ripens in the wintertime when the fig tree does not blossom and there is no herd in the stall.