"...they have forsaken Me, the fountain of living waters, and hewed out cisterns for themselves, broken cisterns that can hold no water."
Where will we drink?

"...they have forsaken Me, the fountain of living waters, and hewed out cisterns for themselves, broken cisterns that can hold no water."
No praise has ever been so sweet as the praise that is given unto God, while walking with Him, in the midst of trials. And the specific trials themselves, by their type, need not a name. It is that they are trials unto you and unto me, being specific in their nature, even divinely appointed, and piercing deeply, that we might come to rest fully in the absolute sovereignty of His very being.