Grasping a Memory

Leaving everything behind for the sake of pursuing the Lord?

 

Not lightly done. Not without grief. Not without prayer.

Not without wrongly being judged. Not without misunderstanding. Not without being incapable of bridging the gap between perspectives. Not without pain.

 

So, a memory grasped briefly before being taken away.

 

I didn't know it would be like this. I didn't know it would mean being misunderstood and rejected and mocked (even more than before, all). I didn't know it would mean increased solitude (which is kind of incomprehensible, given the extent prior).

 

I didn't know it would mean fulfillment in the midst of loss. I didn't know it would mean peace under the press of sheer terror. I didn't know it would mean being loved and learning to love.

 

I didn't know it would mean joy, in the face of sheer agony.

 

I didn't know Jesus.

 

But now that I do, I wouldn't forsake Him for the world (especially since He's the one who keeps me--or otherwise I'd not forsake but just wander into oblivion, blindly...because I'm just that mindless most days).

Done