Call me crazy, but I am convinced that some middle-aged woman somewhere was the inspiration for Steppenwolf's song of the sixties, Born to Be Wild.

I like to imagine her sitting on a rock, surveying her days, her heart traveling over the stages of her life. She is restless and, after a time, concludes that, in the midst of all her responsibility and loss and busyness, she has practically forgotten how to cut loose and have some unbridled fun.

So she jumps up, calls a friend over and says, “Hey, buddy, get your motor runnin'; let's head out on the highway, lookin' for adventure, and…well…whatever comes our way!”

They hop onto his motorcycle, and as they ride off in a cloud of bliss, you can hear her announcing to the world: “YESSSS! I was definitely born to be wiiiiiiild!”

Okay, maybe it didn't happen exactly that way. But I still like to imagine that it did.

Oh, I used to think that by the time they reached authentic adulthood, most women were ready to rein it in. Now I know the truth: in practically every responsible, God-fearing, time-crunched, obligation-laden, hormonally challenged adult female, there is a spirit that just wants to bust out.

Can I get a witness?

 I thought so.

That's why I wrote Born to Be Wild: Rediscover the Freedom of Fun.  It's also why I hope this website will be a place where you can get some inspiration for some of that fun, and where you can share those ideas and insights with others. I also hope it will be a place that will lift your spirits, and help you learn how to draw from the joy in your life, even in the hardest of times. And most of all, I hope you will find God on every page because, after all, He is the author of true celebration.