Dear Lord, we hope. We dream. Thoughts this morning were of a stadium – the hopes and dreams of thousands of cheering fans resting on the outcome of a game. My hopes and dreams rest in you Lord, and I know the outcome. I don’t have to be desolate over the loss of your precious love, your grace, your care, like a random fan at a losing game. There’s no need to ever stop the worship, praise, and downright cheering – because You promised a room for me in your mansion. Nothing but a win-win.