31 Days with the Savior: Follow

Gentle Reader,

Then He said to them all, “’If anyone desires to come after Me, let him deny himself, and take up his cross daily, and follow Me. For whoever desires to save his life will lose it, but whoever loses his life for My sake will save it. For what profit is it to a man if he gains the whole world, and is himself destroyed or lost?'” – Luke 9:23-25 (NKJV)

I am in a state of denial. Well, maybe denial isn’t the right word. It’s more “can we please get this over with so I don’t have to think about it anymore?” I’m doing everything I can to avoid dwelling on the situation. (Aren’t I so vague? Promise I’m not being coy. I just don’t want to get into what’s happening at the moment. We’ll go there later. Cut me some slack for now).

These words of our Lord…they poke at me. They challenge my avoidance. Being with Jesus means suffering. There are many levels to that; sometimes suffering looks like letting go of certain well-loved habits and sometimes it looks like persecution. Sometimes it looks like facing reality. Whatever it is,

“…life in the world will not involve an easy, stressless trip into glory.” (IVP Commentary, found under the “Study This” tab).

There are days when I simply want to give up.

But then those words.

What good is it to gain the whole world but wind up being destroyed?

I’m not making a concrete point today, I know. I don’t have a sound-bite for you to tweet. All I have is an undefinable set of emotions. I thank God that He is strong and ever-faithful when I am weak and ready to flee.

Grace and peace along the way.

For all entries in the Jesus: 31 Days with the Savior series, go here.

Five Minute Friday: Long

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Gentle Reader,

It’s Friday. It’s five minutes. It’s Kate and the crew.

Go.

“JesushelpmeJesushelpmeJesushelpmeJesushelpmeJesushelpmeJesushelpme.”

That’s about all that went through my mind as they strapped me down and shoved me into the MRI machine. Seriously. They STRAPPED ME DOWN. Nobody told me that was going to happen. For a moment I felt like I was being carted off to the asylum. And, honestly, with the panic I felt…might not have been a bad idea.

When all this started in May, I knew an MRI was probably in my not-so-distant future. I tried not to think about it. Hanging out in a plastic tube has never been my idea of a good time.

Thank God for blessing me with a sense of humor. As the long, long, loooooooooong minutes dragged by and I was instructed to hold my breath more times than I can count, I started to notice something about the disturbingly loud noises emanating from said plastic tube.

You guys, I heard light sabers.

I’m not kidding.

I think I stumbled onto the set of the next Star Wars film.

Then they dropped the beat and it was like a Justin Timberlake concert. Or a little bit like this:

Weirdest thing ever.

Stop.

Grace and peace along the way.