Spoiled Rotten

Today is my birthday. And instead of feeling sorry for myself for being home alone all day (except for two cute babies, of course) with no fun plans until this evening, I decided to pamper myself and pretend like I wanted a relaxing day at home.

I didn't get dressed and wore my favorite ruffly robe. The babies were napping so I had two bowls of the cereal that I am currently crushing on, made a cup of tea, turned on the fireplace, and nibbled on the best dark chocolate ever (Theo organic spicy chile) as I snuggled into the couch with a blanket and opened up my Bible. The morning was going well and I was feeling pretty good.

Then I read Revelation 22. And suddenly all of my piddly attempts to spoil myself seemed very, very small compared to the birthday gift that God has given to me and to all of his children:

And he showed me a pure river of water of life,

clear as crystal, proceeding out of the throne of God and of the Lamb.

In the midst of the street of it, and on either side of the river, was there the tree of life, which bare twelve manner of fruits, and yielded her fruit every month: and the leaves of the tree were for the healing of the nations.

And there shall be no more curse: but the throne of God and of the Lamb shall be in it; and his servants shall serve him:

And they shall see his face; and his name shall be in their foreheads.

And there shall be no night there; and they need no candle, neither light of the sun; for the Lord God giveth them light: and they shall reign for ever and ever.

...And the Spirit and the bride say, Come. And let him that heareth say, Come. And let him that is athirst come. And whosoever will, let him take the water of life freely.