The Road Not Taken
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear,
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I marked the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
This has always been one of my favorite poems by one of my favorite poets. Being in the mountains a couple of weeks ago and hiking down trails that had only been touched by other hikers and not by cars or traffic reminded me how peaceful choosing our own way and being our own person can be. But even in that, we must put that road in the hands of God and trust Him to guide our steps down that road that makes all the difference in our lives.
Sometimes it’s hard to just let the road behind us go and press on toward the prize before us, but if that philosophy was good enough for Paul, then it is good enough for me.
I take the next step with Godfidence knowing that I don’t walk it alone. That’s salvation and that’s living the Gifts of Christmas.