Sometimes following in the footsteps of Jesus is hard. Almost blinded to everyone and everything around me besides Him, I just hold on for dear life.
And somewhere along the way, I trip over a rock and when I look down, even for that brief moment in time, I become acutely aware of everyone and everything I've had to leave behind.

"come, follow Me"
"And they left at once and followed Him."

There is absolutely no other life to be had. But it's not easy.
And when I feel frantic and start to drown from unbelief, I am pulled out of the pit and just carried for a little while. Just long enough to regain my footing.

"Quiet down before God, be prayerful before him." Psalm 37.7