When Jesus heard this, he said to him, "One thing you still lack. Sell all that you have and distribute to the poor, and you will have treasure in heaven; and come, follow me." (Luke 18:22 ESV)

OK, then. This is it.

I'm quivering slightly with the finality of it. With the certainty of it. With a trepidation and fear and excitement and wonder that only You give. Not my ways but Yours, my King.
Don't worry about the judgment, the comments, the battles that will come.

For now, Lord, You know what I can bear. Help me walk to You.