So, what IS this Wild Place?

A few weeks back, I took my middle son, Brock, on a tour of our new neighborhood. Quite near to our home is a wildlife refuge with a lot of grass, trees and lakeside. In the eyes of a 5-year-old this equates to ample space for running and playing and in his own words, “going wild.” He termed Deer Flat Wildlife Refuge, “The Wild Place.” Yes, that certainly will be a place we visit this summer where the kids can run free and go ape so to speak. But, I think the wild place is so much more than just this physical space for which my son coined a name.

The Wild Place is my life.

6:00am wake up calls. 2:00am lights out. Lunch bags. T-Ball. Swim meets. 3rd grade math I cannot do. Knotty hair. A son who hates meat and another one who would like to live off it. Green apples and red ones. PB & J, cut the crusts off please. It is grading English papers. Training for a marathon. It is enunciating T-R-U-C-K so my daughter doesn’t swear. It is moving. Flip flops and coffee cups. The Wild Place is dirty diapers and runny noses. It is game nights. Pumpkin Cake. Sewing. Planning. It is trying to find my sunglasses. Dealing with that phone call I simply DO NOT want to answer. Living without a microwave...on purpose. It is three (yes, 3) Bible studies. The Wild Place is choosing patience over insanity. Three boys and one girl for this mama who was an only child. It is brief glimpses that I am doing something right to train my children up in the Lord. It is asking that eternal question…Did I take a shower today?

The Wild Place is where God wants me to be.

Beth Moore often says that living in God’s will is the wildest ride we will ever take. I can wholeheartedly agree with her on that one. I seek nothing more than to do the will of My Father who sent me into this world. My life has been far from normal…but that is for another post. Right now all 6 of us are living in a one bedroom apartment as we await the closing on our new home. Tight family quarters for all of us. Talk about wild! Moving isn’t easy. It isn’t fun…did I mention I have 4 kids? It is life altering. It is closing doors and the willingness to open new ones. Change is hard for this coffee-addicted homebody. Give me my flannel sheets, my Bible and my pastry blender thank you very much. I don’t want to meet new people; I prefer the old ones. However, in my time of transition and moving I must keep focused on the goal – His will and not mine. Life in His will is wild so I better remember to sit down, rest in His Word and buckle up!

Welcome to The Wild Place…

ps. The picture off to the right is the lake at The Wild Place.