The last book of the Bible offers an intriguing peek into the heavenly realm.
Revelation 22:2 (NIV)
On each side of the river
stood the tree of life,
bearing twelve crops of fruit,
yielding its fruit every month.
I relish the changing seasons, especially spring and fall. I like snow (in modest amounts!), but I tire of the cold and long for spring. Spring morphs into summer. When I’ve had it with hot weather, fall arrives. The first snow spreads fresh beauty on barren hillsides.
Imagine each season condensed into a single week, with the cycle repeated monthly. What’s not to love? 
