|Here is a picture of the brown horse.|
Moving on...while admiring the horses' freedom and wildness it came to me:
We are all wild and free at the same time.
Okay, some of us have crazier manes or need a brushing more often (wink) yet, don't we all struggle with control? In some way? I desire to live free, but often my own unruliness places a saddle on me. One that God didn't create.
And then, well this is hard to admit, but just as I am sure those wild horses would have bucked and kicked if we had attempted to ride them I know that I throw fits and kick when I feel controlled.
Sometimes I like to rebel (against norms and people, not purposely against God).
Yet, there's a certain freedom in the untamed life and I am not talking about disobedience, but living
free, unhindered in Christ. Where we relinquish ourselves from rules, and have-to's and pretenses...where realness & honesty are unhidden and it is safe to boldly go to God with every part of ourselves.
What if we did that?
Not just believing, but living truly free?
Where freedom is trusting God that we can dwell tangled and unkempt with him
and still be considered righteous.
We can forage peacefully, rest in His shelter (the cliff).
He wants us to.