Follow Me.
Apparently God is trying to tell me something. In the past week, I have seen those two words plastered literally everywhere I look. In huge block letters on the front gate of a random business, across a blatantly large banner hanging at the bus station, on the label of a whole row of shampoo bottles. All repeating the same phrase…
Follow Me.
Okay, God, I get it. But, where is the rest of the sentence? I feel like you have forgotten a couple of terribly important details. Do you mind to expound on that just a little?
I can’t help but feel a bit like I’ve been given a beautiful invitation to the event of a lifetime only to find that the host left the inside of the card completely blank.
Follow me. That’s all I’ve got.
All this to say to myself, and to all of you… I don’t know what’s next. I don’t have any of the details. There is no timeline. There is no absolute direction.
All I have is “follow me”… and for now, that’s going to have to be enough.
