I want to retire. I even told God that. I want my own island and a stack of books. Good books. The kind you get lost in.
My own little self-absorbed paradise (with a cook and a maid) would suite me just fine.
Then God reminded me that when I'm thinking about my comfort and myself and what my needs are, I'll implode. Maybe not literally, but certainly spiritually.
God is outward, while selfishness is inward. Selfishness is opposite His kingdom and slowly kills us.
Walking His path, giving out of the gifts He's equipped us with, actually fills us. Paradoxically so.
Because we're not really giving out of our own resources. We're giving out of His. His living waters flow out of us, and yet fill us.
So while a tropical island filled with my favorite foods and books sounds delightful (heavenly, in fact) there is far more joy and fulfillment in traveling the path God's designed for me.
And I'm sure there's a few tropical R&R stops along the way.