between faith and fantasy

Where am I? Who am I? this is the question that has been on my mind the last couple mornings, in those waking minutes between dreams and whatever this is. It seems to me that I have been so bent on making my faith logical or proving to myself why I believe what I believe, that I have forgotten how little is truely logical. I've been reading the bible and really getting caught up in the stories of our great God and the people he loves, and what a whore the people he loves are.....none the less he loves anyway. These stories seem real to me, just as my life seems real to me but I have such a loose hold on it all. Imagination and fantasy are harder than you thing to seperate from reality. I find freedom here in loosing my fake control on my world and leaving it up to my dreams.....to God's dreams.