there were two roads. two separate paths. one, with you. the other, on my own. but what i didn’t see is that those two paths would be converged into one; we’d be walking side by side, i did not see that. i only saw two split paths, and that yours and mine were separate. what could i do? my responsibility was not to direct the path that i was walking on. to bend it to my will. nor to be sad when yours went another way, or another path came my way. i just needed to walk my path. so i did. and i set you free to walk the path set before you. there was no leaving where i must go, to follow my own desires. i had chosen the way i was going, and unless our paths came together- which i didn’t see- then i would just keep walking the path in front of me. i trusted the One who placed my feet upon it. i would be given comfort and joy along the way. and on that day seven months ago the Pathmaker smiled, He knew where both of us were headed.