I lost a blog follower today. I mull this over and decide I feel just a tiny bit abandoned and unloved.
I can’t really afford to lose any followers. Half my followers are family and two people followed me twice. Then there are probably a few people who followed me hoping I’d follow them. And some who returned the favour and followed me because I did follow them. There are others who followed and most likely forgot about me and my blog a long time ago. And somehow, though I never intended, I managed to follow myself. So numbers are deceptive. And I am one follower down.
“Our blog lost a follower today,” I tell Jesus.
“I know,” He replies. “I once lost a follower too…”
Suddenly I’m feeling enormously silly.
Follow me? Follow Jesus.
“It’s not a popularity contest. Don’t get wrapped up in followers and stats. Leave our blog in My hands and just do your job… just write.”
And so I will.
But I can't help myself. “How’s our blog going, Jesus? Is anyone reading?”
“How’s your writing going?” He replies, not answering my question.
Why is it sometimes so difficult to just get on with our job and leave the outcome totally up to God?