Dreams

You wake up, and you have this dreams, long, elaborate, dramatic, hope beyond hope.  And in these dreams you cry, you're stricken in fear, you laugh, you're ecstatic, you swing on all ends of the emotional pendulum. And then suddenly something shifts and you win.

I don't know why I would have dreams like that.
God, I want the best from you. And its silly that I'd think my idea (or anyone else's) of best is better than your idea of best for me.

So I guess I just have to trust that You'll give me the best. And when I do get it, it really will be the best.