I became intoxicated. I had more toxic relationships than healthy ones. Wasn’t that why He left me here? Didn’t He offer detoxification and renewal for all? Wasn’t I supposed to spread the Word? He protected me from dangerous toxins, but I stopped following some. I fare them well. I loved them, I served them, and I even helped them sort garbage. I trusted God to do the unimaginable. He did. Some didn’t.
I follow the One who saved my life with His own.
Following garbage trucks is a dangerous, dirty, and risky practice. It pays well and the retirement plan is out of this world. But some choose to trip over garbage in the darkness instead of seeking hope.
Unfollowing hurts, but not as much as following for the wrong reasons.
I prayed for my followers. I prayed for them to become like Jesus, not like me! I cried with them. I laughed with them. We even exchanged stories and shared coffee. I will miss them. But I remembered, I was not sent to accumulate followers for me but rather to teach others to follow Him.
If anyone would come after me, let him deny himself and take up his cross daily and follow me.
He’s all I have.
He’s all I need.
He’s all I want.
Unfollowing others to follow Him is a no-brainer.
Rx: Galatians 2:20 and Luke 9:23B