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I'm here, standing in the middle of the road. I know which way to turn to and continue my journey. But I'm taking my time. After all, I don't want to go back here in the middle of the road when the road I choose gets tough.

There are some things that I must leave behind to lighten my heavy burden. Things that almost dragged me down in a mire. Things that I wouldn't have thought of leaving because they (or he?) have become a part of me. But continuing on my journey requires me to be right with my Best Friend and my Lord. As this thing has become a part of me, it would take some kind of a surgery to get it off me. I would bleed. But I know I'll be restored and come out a better and stronger person.

It hurts, of course. But no, I am not bitter. This is my choice and I'll take full responsibility of it. I am not blaming anyone. It's all my fault. I have wallowed on it too long. But, it's about time to stand up and get moving.

I am excited and nervous at the same time. I am once again clueless of what lies ahead. I've become accustomed to the way things are. I've actually accepted as a fact that I am hopeless. But I cannot throw away my life just like that. Somebody is now looking up to me and waiting which way to go to next. I am clueless, but I know I'll be well taken care of. I know the road I choose to go to is not entirely paved, but I am confident and I know this is the right way... His way.

I am left with this teeny-weeny bit of a sweet thing piggybacking me. I am now ready to walk again, head held up high with sure steps and a small bundle of joy having forty winks peacefully and contentedly on my back. I know I won't be alone. I am walking with Jesus.

My journey continues...