If you were to sit down and ask my parents what I was like as a child they would definitely smile and say “a little rebellion”.  I was the child who weighed possible punishments to do things I wanted to do.  If what I wanted to do was worth the spanking or grounding, then I would do it.  If it wasn’t then I would save that rebellious activity for another day.  I remember my dad telling me I could only go so far on my bike one bright sunny day.  He wanted to be able to see me and know that I wasn’t too far away.  I chose the spanking that day when my dad caught me flying by the boundaries he had set for me.  Sound familiar?

I am an adultnow and I would like to say that I grew out of that stage of my life, but not so much.  When I turned 18, all I could think of was how I didn’t have to live under my parents rules.  It was me time and I was about to make my own decisions.  I had my own rules.  The consequences of my decisions did not come in groundings nor did they come in spanking or lessons learned from my parents.  They came in guilt and shame and a whole lot of disappointment.  This time I couldn’t blame it on my parents being unfair.  I only had myself to blame.  

My decisions to better myself with a crowd of people who were just as rebellious as me ended in years of turmoil.  I thought I found my freedom in drugs, alcohol, and sex, but what I found instead was a prison cell.  Years of shame and insecurities came after and feelings of worthlessness.  I was Alice falling down the rabbit hole with nothing to grasp onto.

I finally reached out in the right direction and took a hold of Jesus’ hand and my life transformed.    I write to you today because there are so many of us out there that have this wild heart that naturally likes to rebel.  We tend to think that we need to tame ourselves and we have to sacrifice giving up control in order to follow Christ.  For some of you that may mean rejecting the one thing that can truly give you freedom, and for some of you it may mean that you struggle with fully surrendering to Christ.

It wasn’t until God started to transform my heart did I realize that the answer to my question was that it wasn’t a sacrifice to follow Christ.  It wasn’t just a bunch of rules I needed to follow.  It was a blessing to follow Jesus.  The rules to follow melted away as my heart desired to transform my life to live to glorify Him. 

Don’t let your thinking of having to tame yourself detour you from what your heart longs for every day.  Let your heart and mind open up to the idea of being untamed.  Redirect your wild heart to be wild for Jesus and let Him work in your life and grant you the freedom that you so long for.  This goes for those of you who may not yet know the Lord and those of you like me who do know the Lord but struggle sometimes with feeling too tame for our natural tendencies.  

Take those thoughts captive and bring them to the Lord.  Ask for Him to change your heart and your attitude and realize that true freedom, joy, and contentment means being rebellious against our old ways. Let’s untame our hearts to be wild for a life that strives to glorify Christ.

Do not remember the sins of my youth and my rebellious ways; according to your love remember me, for you, Lord, are good. 

Psalm 25:7

We demolish arguments and every pretension that sets itself up against the knowledge of God, and we take captive every thought to make it obedient to Christ. 

 2 Corinthians 10:5

Courtney Kacer (Smith)