I never imagined I would be exactly in my old environment, but living an entirely different life. All of a sudden all of my choices make sense to me; I was supposed to make them. Every regret, I no longer regret. I have struggled, and come full circle by returning to my past for a purpose. My purpose: to help.
My family is worn, broken and helpless. I am strong, able and willing. The need is tremendous, and it's my turn to look past the imperfections, the heartache, and the wrong-doings to me. I removed myself by focusing on me, and I am strong enough now to make a difference.
Though they tell me to stay away and stay healthy, they want me around. It's ironic how people push people away because of their fear. I do not fear failure anymore. I cannot fail. I am the light in the darkness to my family. I am the hope behind the ominious clouds. I am the face behind the raindrops that fall heavily like teardrops. I am the hope. I have a chance to make a difference.
My mind is in motion, my heart burdened with sorrow, but also overflowing with love. That's all that anyone wants from me. My love. All that I can do is share it, and it is their choice what to do with it. I am in awe that I understand this. God has lead me, directed me, and allowed me to fall just so that I could get to this place right here; right now.
I am so grateful for this opportunity, and will be obedient to what is put on my heart.
