August 25, 2009 @ 10:32 am | Filed under: Uniquely Me
(Hey Robyn. Hey Denise. Here ya go, ladies… 
I posted this song here a while back, and also to my personal online journal and – I have to say – it’s the song that has lived in my heart since.
Waiting is sometimes the hardest thing to do. Ever.
I’ve been quiet here for a while. My friends think I’ve abandoned blogging. I’m not sure what my readers think. This is my effort to share the story of a true revolution. And one in progress, at that. This is the story of the past few months and what has happened, and is, happening in the Wilder home and hearts.
This is the story of a home that gave up ‘simply living’ in order to begin ‘living simply’ and what we’re discovering in the process.
There is so much more woven into the fabric of this story than mere catch phrases of the hour. It is more than a return to the simple things; instead, it is a return to the First Love, to His call on our lives. It is the tale of our journey of faith. It’s a journey that changes just a bit everyday, just enough to continually surprise us in good ways, in uncomfortable ways, and in all ways in between.
I think that God must surely look down on me in some of my less-than-finer-moments and wish that this daughter of His wasn’t quite as feisty as I can be at times. The truth is that He’d been trying to talk to me for a while, but I’d not really cared to have the type of conversation I knew He wanted.
I was in hiding.
But it didn’t work. Not for long. My soul can only take so much distance before I run to Him, fall on my face, and cry out for His touch once again.
I needed to be quiet for a while; needed to get to that place of solitude where His voice was all I heard and His touch all I craved.
And so I got quiet. Got quiet here, and got quiet quiet in life, trying instead to tune in solely to the people and responsibilities that He’s placed in my hands, my heart – my life.
In upcoming blog posts I will endeavor to chronicle what happened next. I’m not quite sure in what order, if any, they will be told.
I’m a work in progress.
My God is amazing, the guiding light of my life.
This is not the journey I thought I’d take.
I don’t know where I’m going. I don’t know what will rise up to greet me along the way. I know…nothing, really.
Except that I am waiting – always waiting – and, for the first time in a long while, my thoughts have stilled, my heart has quieted, my soul has found peace.
This is the story of how it began.
How I gave up simply living, in order to begin living simply.
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