The Brook Is Drying Up

How many of you would say that in your life there were seasons where god provided new mercies every day in your life? And let me be more specific. You didn't know how, but he kept you going. But i have watched in my own life the times where something that was sustaining me in one season started to go away in the next season. Whose brook is drying up? The thing that used to bring you joy or comfort, it's no longer bringing it to you any more. Your brook is dried up. I must send some ravens. These are unclean birds. For jew boy to eat from a dirty bird, that's a bad system already.