Run

He wanted to run away, but couldn’t. He had too much respect for the other person in the conversation to simply cut ties and run away. He’d tried simply avoiding him for a time and indulging in his own lifestyle, but living such a lifestyle went against everything he’d ever been taught and only left him feeling with a strong sense of shame. He couldn’t live with himself dwelling in that part of the world.

He couldn’t just run away from his past. He wasn’t able to just look back and walk away from all he had been once before. Thus, he instead resigned to go back to where he was before, a little wiser now about himself, but with an overall sense of purpose. He had forgotten that all he’d ever asked to do simply “follow me.” That central theme was to be the center of his life. It would be 100% or not at all. There was no room for settling for second place.

He didn’t need to overanalyzing things. They had to remain simple. He would follow the path and see where it would lead him. Surely God would look him. He would have to. After all, he had already promised he would.