My heart longs to be of that who is free. Like a bird; like an eagle. That of one who is of a wild horse. Galloping through open fields of grass and open skies; with anywhere to go. My heart longs for thee. I have this lust for life that is incomparable to what the Lord has in store for me. Yet I still long for it. I yearn for it. To know and be known. To love and be loved. Its right stretched before me and all I have to do is take it. Its mine for the taking. Yet I cannot. I can’t let myself give up that control. The control that fuels inside of me. His hand is there. And sometimes my fingers graze his palms. Sometime I can even hold on. Yet I let go because I feel as though I can walk by myself. I feel as though I can do anything on my own. Unfortunately I am foolish. I know no such truth greater than that. I am a fool that leads on my own selfish pride and control that I cannot even live my life as fervently as it was made to be. I can never run those fields as my soul longs to be. Not unless I hold onto his hand for all of time. Not unless I give up my longings and control. Then that is where I shall find true freedom. Freedom in the wilderness, with its ups and downs; out of my control and into the creator’s. It is he who places me into that wild place that my heart longs for. For the adventure I long for in every fiber of my soul.