Into the Desert

When Christ went into the desert I wonder what others thought? Did they think he was crazy? Or maybe even a little irresponsible. Part of me wants to think that it didn't really matter what others thought, but we have to remember that this was at the start of his ministry. And a strong beginning is always important.
This past month and the start of this crazy journey has been one that might have looked crazy to the ones around us, and sometimes even to me. But walking away, quitting my job and being able to listen and be quiet away from everything that seems so familiar has been so eye opening. It has been a knee dropping experience that I have found myself baffled at the greatness of God. Everything that we sought out to learn, God replaced with what He wanted us to learn. So on my knees I can say that the mere plans of man are nothing in the eyes of the God of the Universe. A beautiful woman described me as a wild horse the other day, and it was something that was a good reminder for me. And this wild in me doesn't want to be domesticated. It doesn't want to fight for new shoes or a mortgage. It wants to fight for the mouths not being fed, for the women who are forced into the industry, and for the little ones that are voiceless. And it seems like every time I head down the road to domestication I flare up and can't handle it. But yet true submission to a master never seems to go against the wild in me. It almost fits like that was what I was created for. So how can the two exist? How can something wild want to be domesticated under the right master? And this is where I find myself...... The desire to not be domesticated fits within the reign and rule of the master of the Universe. If it doesn't than we are being domesticated by the wrong masters.
So being on this journey that seems crazy...the Spirit wants me to submit to the plans I haven't made. And for me this is extremely hard. So walking into the desert was hard but coming back and submitting to the full and complete authority of Christ is gonna be even harder. But submission is what we are called to do. And through this then God can take that wildness and use it for His purpose. This is what I'm learning in this funny class of life. My prayer is that I will be filled with so much of the Spirit that my thoughts are not my own. And that my knees hurt so much from seeking after what my Master wants that I begin to forget what I want.