After all that time I finally saw it. Through all the years of pain and failure it turns out that God was with me all along. He was always there, guiding me, while allowing me to feel all the birthing pains of my spiritual formation along the way. And although my path will always be filled with treacherous valleys, the peaks are in high. So I carry on, walking through the flames of life, my heart on fire with love. And I am a pilgrim.