Were all golden sunflowers inside.

InventoryFour be the things I am wiser to knowIdleness sorrow a friend and a foe.Four be the things Id been better withoutLove curiosity freckles and doubt.Three be the things I shall never attainEnvy content and sufficient champagne.Three be the things I shall have till I dieLaughter and hope and a sock in the eye.

Dreams arent only an illusion to put you into a subconsciously pleasurable state of mind for the time being but also a pathway to gain complete contentment.

We get too comfortable with this orphanage universe though. We sit in our pews or behind our pulpits knowing that our children watch Christian cartoons instead of slash films. We vote for the right candidates and know all the right worldview talking points. And were content with the world we know just adjusted a little for our identity as Christians. Thats precisely why so many of us are so atrophied in our prayers why our prayers rarely reach the level of groanings too deep for words Rom 826. We are too numbed to be as frustrated as the Spirit is with the way things are.

He turned his dark eyes on the girl whom he had dreamed of so often over the previous months. Beside him at that very moment of existence at the heart of torrential downpour she was exquisitely real and she too seemed content to go on sitting there forever.