There was a time when I traveled this road alone. Wide and broad was its path, and many others followed alone going the same way. I just assumed and figured this must be the way. But the longer I traveled this road; I began to look to the right and to the left of me. I noticed people lying on the ground. But like so many of us do, I just kept on going, going along with the crowd. As the travel grew longer, I was still noticing people to the side of the road broken down and helpless. The only difference this time, as I looked closer, I realized they were people I knew, people that I had been traveling with for years. They held their arms and hands out to me as I passed by, wanting to take what I had to help them, but I had nothing. They began to claw and tear at me, crying out insanities. As this continued down the path I walked, I began to tire. My face was bleeding and my body tired. All hope I had was slipping fast. Up in the distance I noticed a dead end sign, and the people to the side of me were no longer people, but mounds of dust. The winds began to blow and the dust began to blur my path. I looked down to find I was being covered, covered by the sin that had run its course over the years of travel down this lonesome road. I soon found myself as one of those people I used to pass by, holding my arms and hands out in tears of pain. In my time of desperation, I took out a map I had been given years prior to this journey. Only this map looked different. This road was long and narrow and seemed impossible to make. I said to myself, I cannot travel this road alone, Lord please take my hand and show me the way. Just then the wind turned and rose me up from the dust I was becoming and carried me home. As He carried me I asked Him, Lord where were You? Right by your side.