Inheritors of joy for ever,
we have foretastes of our portion.
There are streaks of the light of joy to herald our eternal sunrising.
Our riches are beyond the sea;
our city with firm foundations lies on the other side the river;
gleams of glory from the spirit-world cheer our hearts,
and urge us onward...
Charles Haddon Spurgeon,
Morning And Evening, September 27
Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights...
Quite possibly, the best birthday ever...