HAVE you ever wondered how the sea birds get their drinking water? Sometimes they sail thousands of miles from shore. What are their springs amid those wastes of tossing brine? Not below, but above: in the clouds! When a storm comes up, if you are shipboard you may see the birds winging toward it from all directions. They have scented it from afar with their wonderful bird organs, and they haste to their descending spring. They wheel under the drops gleefully and gulp the water down in glad mouthfuls. Thus they find fresh water in mid ocean.
Brother and sisters featherless, when next you find yourselves in the desert places of life, when you can see nothing but liquid salt even to the encircling horizon, when your parched tongues and your aching souls cry out for the water of life, but look above!!! There in God's blue they gather, the soft caravans of bounty. Dark on the underside, you know that the heavenward portion is all aglow with God's smiles. Rest on the waves, and turn your faces to the sky. The windows of heaven will open and God will pour you out a blessing, that there shall not be room to receive it.
------Amos R. Wells