They Call Me Blondie

So we just finished an excellent topical teaching on "greater than". . . The typical sermon that one would expect to hear on Easter Sunday didnt have a chance with what we experienced today. And Im still having a difficult time articulating it. You see, a few weeks ago, we were introduced to the idea of "greater than"  My God is greater than... and then one would finish the statement. "My God is greater than...         ...my struggling marriage"         ...my addiction to alcohol"         ...my obsession with anxiety and gossip         ...my parkinsons         ...my sister's abusive husband         ...my fear of pregnancy going bad         ...my eating disorder         ...our fight for our kids         ...our athiest and god-condeming work environment" ...and on and on the comments go.  Most of these you see are comments of areas God has OVERCOME and areas people have seen God move and how great he is to have proved himself &quo

Faith is the heroic effort of your life, you fling yourself in reckless confidence on God. I just came down from one of the most difficult and yet best conversations of my life.  It was one of those, I never wanted to have, but in every attempt to live a "fairytale," part of this girl's journey in facing her dragons and crossing the bridge over troubled water, was the courage of FAITH! I HAD to Trust God would come through, a nd if not, I would be left flat on my nose, in a puddle of tears.   When we bow and take a posture before the one who has the power to change weather patterns, put the planets into orbit, and give us life & breath and everything else, I totally believe this is a step of faith to communicate with the divine.  Our hope is that  He WILL hear our cry and he will answer our prayers, right?  But why pray?  I mean - yes its hopefully eventually to get to a place of conversation where we can say we 'talk with God' - we say a little about our