More than Enough ~ Wandering thoughts or sermon notes?

 Moody - a terrible adjective. 

Blues - a perfect noun.

Music. Colour. Emotion. Hue. Shade.

“Once upon a time, once when you were mine… I remember … in my wildest dreams.”

They say, close your eyes and consider what comes first to your mind.

What do I dream of? What do I spend my time reflecting on? What are my wildest dreams?

I have been given “more than enough” - abundance. The worship of gratefulness, of thanksgiving, is only accomplished in spirit and in truth.

Make a joyful noise (shout), serve the Lord, come into His presence. Why would I dream outside of this? How can I know myself unless I am known? Unless I am aware of the One who made me? Perhaps co-dependency. 

Do I live like I am one of your people? Is the reason we don’t enter into your presence due to forgetfulness? Ungratefulness? Shame? There is no limitation, except a lack of desire to be with You. Why do I want to be with you more than I want to be with Him?

So long as we are receivers of mercy, we should be givers of thanksgiving. What keeps me from being thankful for what I have, rather than wishing for what could have been, in my “wildest dreams”?