Wild Thing

Sometimes I just want to be a wild thing. Absolutely let go, a dancer, a climber, a dreamer, a conquerer of hills and oceans. Someone who's wild thoughts are untamable, unbelievable, absolutely impossible, but that makes it all the more fun to seek them. I want to run into the ocean and scream and splash like I'm trying to cover the earth with my waves. I want to find the biggest tree in the world and dig my hands into it's bark and climb my way to the edge of the sky. Don't you ever just want to run around and be crazy? There's no rhyme or rythm to it, it's just like an explosion of being. And my heart's pounding, my feet clang and my arms fly and all I can do is laugh and yell. I want to run outside and tear the earth apart with each dazzling leap and feel for a moment like I'm weightless. I'm absolutely boundless. I can't stop, I won't stop giving everything I can. It's madness, a beautiful, unexplainable loss of dignity and breath.

I hope you were imagining that along with me. Of course I can sometimes sneak aspects of that life into reality. I can dream the impossible with God, I can dance like no one's watching and when opportunity comes perhaps I'll climb a tree. But more then the physical aspect I want that wildness in my pursuit of the Lord. I want to be willing to do anything to see His face. I want that wild, untameable passion that bursts and moves and leaps for the sake my Father. I want to run with everything I have into His arms. I want mad, beautiful love that can be spurred by nothing else but His gaze. I want to want Jesus with every fiber of my being!

Whew I need to go dance around or something.

Sincerely.

Jaelle The Wild