When do you like to let the enemy control your life? Saturdays? Right after breakfast, or do you like to make him wait until after dinner?

Following Jesus is a decision that repeats itself more than Bill Murray in Groundhog Day. It has to be. He told us that Himself, and if you didn’t read the warning label in the welcome packet, well, join the club, I guess. But He didn’t say ‘pick up your cross and follow Me once’, or even ‘once a week’. He told us it was daily. But we aren’t always the best listeners. Honestly, it isn’t even daily. It’s constant.

So, what exactly do we have to do? Read the Bible all day? Pray without ceasing as Paul suggests? Oh, if it were only so simple! Prayers can become vain repetitions, and even the enemy can quote Scripture. To truly follow Jesus, we have to do something way harder than that.

We have to trust God. Constantly.

It gets worse. It’s not just the easy stuff. We have to trust Him with everything. Yes, even that thing. Most importantly, that thing!

Did I mention this was constant? It’s not just giving Him that most important thing once, or even daily. I’ve regifted my biggest problems back to God more times than an ugly Christmas sweater, only to steal them back like a tormented game of Dirty Santa.

The only thing I’ve found to manage this impossible requirement is to tell myself that God knows more than me. And if you think that’s easy, well, you don’t know me. But I’m trying. Constantly.