For so long… so long this book has been as much my enemy as my friend.  I’ve refused to write while the questions swirl in my mind.  What will happen now?  What if…?  What next?  What then…?  But tonight I hold it close.  A dear friend it has been through all these years, one to whom I could pour out my heart and find answers. 

I need answers.

I heard a voice I’ve longed to hear for so long, about a week ago, pressing me to make a choice.  A choice!  It is shameful to even imagine having to choose between He who made me what I am, He whose smile has blessed my steps and She… the one who has always held my heart.  But there is not one.  There are three.  And I must choose?

I must choose and when I do… my life will never be the same.