Being Wild and Free

Jessi from Naptime Diaries touched a little bit about being "wild and free" at the conference.  She's blogging 31 days on her blog and its pretty good guys.  At first when she brought it up I thought that seemed bizarre to be "wild" but I got the "free" part.  But once I really started thinking about it (at home) and reading some of her posts, it really resonated with me. 

I've been having a hard time putting into words how this changed how I think about things.  I went shopping with a friend for a new wardrobe.  Baby #2 has left my body very different than it was before. So  I needed some new clothes to fit my new body.  I was having a hard time and I'm sure if my friend weren't there I wouldn't have bought anything.  I kept thinking "I like it, but it's not me".

But who says it's not me?  What is "me"?  Me = a sinner, saved by grace through faith, given by God, in his son.  Me = free from sin, free from eternal death, free from condemnation.  I think especially since becoming a mom I find it hard to be "me".  I think a good little mom does certain things, or behaves a certain way.  While this is true to an extent, I've let other define what I should look like and how I should act instead of Christ.  He says he's come to set the captives free. I've been set free from comparison. I don't have to compare what my house looks like with other Godly women.  I have been set free to enjoy the home that God has given me.  I have been set free to wear what I want.  I always felt this excuse to give a reason for wearing jeans, a t-shirt, and no make-up.  But that is me. Christ made me to be casual, and I am free to be me without the worry of what others think.  But should I decide to wear something fun on occasion, I am free to do that too. Because God created me to be fun, too.  And who cares that my 4 year old daughter made fun of my boots (true story, guys), or I'm not sure if they are really even "me".  I like them and will wear them freely.  Because God defines beauty and it is not in boots, or red lipstick, or a clean house.  But God looks at the heart.  So I'm thankful to be wild and free.  And thankful for Jessi and her being wild enough to talk about and blog about what it looks like to be truly wild and free.

Being wild and free and wearing boots, cause I want to :)

Where is God calling you to let go, trust him, and be wild and free?