This passage from John’s description of heaven intrigues me.
Revelation 22:1-2 (NIV)
Then the angel showed me the river of the water of life, as clear as crystal, flowing from the throne of God and of the Lamb … On each side of the river stood the tree of life, bearing twelve crops of fruit, yielding its fruit every month.
A monthly harvest of fruit? Does heaven cycle through all four seasons in a month? Time works differently there.
Good morning, Lord. I imagine the best of everything here on earth is a poor reflection of the glories of heaven. The most delicate spring flowers, the most colorful autumn vistas, the tastiest fruit are previews of the coming attractions of heaven — abundantly bigger, brighter and sweeter than I can ask or think (Ephesians 2:20). All that, plus You, I look forward to it.
