There are many interesting phenomenon that one can witness on a road trip. One is from my childhood that I never recognized until recently.

Before the sun rose I would be awake just long enough to pull on my Wrangler jeans and shimmy them over my Justin boots. While rushing out the door I’d grab my hat and I was gone to the pasture as fences needing mending. The barbed wire would eye me as I approached, both of us fully aware that at days end I would have tasted of its fangs.

The fences consisted of three strands of wire, each cinched into a tight and prickly line. I would ratchet it into place with an antique device, and nail it into its final position with ancient u-shaped nails.

The barbed wire then, at the end of the day, was set in a coil over the last finished post. It was waiting for the day that we would extend the pasture to acquire more land. I would again rendezvous with the wire.

Barbed wire has an association with hard work for me, and rightly so. I have been raised to work for what I want and I am truly thankful. But it got me thinking…

I would place the last coil of barbed wire looped around the last post, but why? Room to grow, waiting for the right time of acquisition for the expansion of our land. Isn’t that what God is reminding me?

I’m not finished with you yet…

I’m a pieces of coiled barbed wire, not poised to strike as I used to imagine. I am laying in wait because God’s not finished with me yet. I’m just waiting to see the fence posts in front of me, so I can follow the design He’s set in place for me, to expand into my dreams.

So when you see the barbed wire loosely hung around the next fence post you see in the middle of a lonely pasture, you cannot feel sorry that it wasn’t used. Its potential is limitless, just as each of ours is building for the day of expansion, designated by God.

So yes, that’s right.

I have a barbed wire faith.