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This only at first used to be a thought, but, for some reason its occurred again a few times. Sometimes, I’ve wondered. What if I stopped doing what I do? Just start to be indifferent about some of the things I used to be in, and do. What if I stopped talking about the things I do, posting on fb about the things I do. If I stopped my efforts outside of fb, to share and talk, and give out things about what I believe….
Kinda crazy to allow that to stay on my mind long. As I think about it, along the way, I’ve lost some friends, its become harder for me to fit in to this or that circle, the converstions many times being had aren’t really compatible to what I’d have to offer, and probably more. The music I listen to is different, the food I eat, is different, I mean, I’ve changed, a lot.
Am I better then the next?
Of course not.
Now, this so far does not seem encouraging at all, does it…. Not exactly what one might have in mind. I’m not going to make this long, I hope, but one night, I did continue thinking. I let the thoughts continue, and develop.
There was once this Man, who also happened to be God, who walked this earth. We know Him by the name of Jesus. This Jesus, healed people. He fed people. He was there when it counted. He never failed anyone. He had 12 that were with Him always. 1 of the 12 said they would never leave Jesus, nor deny Him….. and yet this one did, three times, in a row, actually.
When it mattered most, all 12 left Him. When He was to die, no one supported, nor defended Him. His lifestyle was resisted, opposed, to where it even caused, His death. He could have come down. Those He died for, did not deserve it. Yeah… that includes me, but, He did.
I could find other personalies of the Bible who were different, and stuck with it. So, should I wonder, what if they stopped doing what they did? How might that have affected anything?
Is my influence as much as theirs? Very likely not even close. With curiosity existing of letting go rarely, but somehow at times yes, there, how can I?
I’m not sure if anyone else can relate. Maybe I’m rambling… I’ve heard some say its good to write things out. Maybe doing this may actually help me. Maybe it will help you.
I will say this, though. Yeah, the thought is there, sometimes, of what some might call, giving up. But I have no intentions to, and so I will not.
I know who I am. I know why I do what I do.
I know who I am not. I know why I do not do, what I do not do.
I know where I am going, despite whats happening around me, whether good, or bad.
What about you?
