So I sat on my coach, stood up, paced up and down, then sat down again. I felt like crying, but I wasn't sure why? I looked at my little one, and felt like crying a little harder. Was I making the wrong choice? Was I really liberated? It was on a chilly morning, when I sent the last message to the father of my little angel that it was over. I wanted to call it off because I felt I had had enough. I was busy preaching the gospel that my life was to be a celibate Christian, the LORD seemed to work on me throughout the night using dreams. Perhaps, to confirm if I was on the wrong path or the best path of my life. "Hah, it is funny that I wouldn't let this God's child into my life even in my wildest dreams." It is funny that tears still well up in my eyes maybe because it finally dawned on me that I would be practicing celibacy for the better part of my life. All I know is that I'm too happy to believe that I finally reached where I thought I should be or perhaps where my GOD destined me to live. All the same, tears still well-up in my eyes!!!
