The Road Not Taken

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.

 

Robert Frost

 

I've been thinking about this poem a lot since going hiking at Fort Harrison Park. Sometimes I feel that my life continually plays out this poem that I memorized in 6th grade and can still quote (thank you Mr. Howell!). I've learned in life that it's not always easy to discern the best or less traveled path. Sometimes I wish I could take the easier more worn path with less tree roots and rocks in the way. There have been a few downed trees in our path as of late. God has always been faithful to take us through. When Lori and I received a calling to missionary service what seems so many years ago I never thought it would take this long to start to realize that calling. We have taken a long path that has led us to ministering to children and their families. Now that we are so close I pray we follow God down the path he has chosen.