And he saith unto them, Follow me, and I will make you fishers of men.
And he said to them all, If any man will come after me, let him deny himself,
and take up his cross daily, and follow me.
I love the videos of little animals scurrying to follow their mothers.
As young hatchlings, geese imprint on their mothers. Then they follow her everywhere.
All my life, I long to follow … follow
I don’t want to follow trends.
I don’t want to follow man.
I don’t want to follow after vain things.
I want to follow Jesus.
Following is hard.
Just today, I missed church.
I missed because my husband suffers a chest cold; my daughter slept late.
Church attendance lulls in my life at this point.
I flounder, but I follow Him.
He says not to forsake the gathering together of the saints.
So in this area I do not follow right now.
We are commanded to take up our cross daily and follow Him.
A cross? What is my cross?
I wonder at times.
Does that cross change daily?
Some teach that taking up my cross means that I must die to myself. Kill my personal plans and crucify them and replace them with His.
I struggle with this.
How I know His plan? His will?
I discover His will in 2Peter 3:9. None shall perish, but all find Him.
The cross I take up daily involves pointing others to Jesus and His will that all find Him.
What does the word follow invoke in you? How do you follow Christ daily?