photo by Karen Bryant
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood
And sorry I could not travel both
And being 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 kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
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.
If our lives sometimes have a theme, then this Robert Frost poem describes mine.
Last year I got a crash course in surrendering myself to God’s will, not mine, when I became pregnant (at 40). It’s easy to let God lead when you’re already going in that general direction. It’s much more difficult when He takes you down a side trail you hadn’t even considered. You get started down the path, stumble a few times, find your footing, and tell yourself to quit looking back at the previous road.
Life is good.
I struggled greatly with the decision to leave my comfort zone and embrace this completely new challenge. It has not been easy, and the irony that just last year, at about the same time, I found out I was pregnant was not lost on me. Both turns in my life came with great surprise, both came with hesitation, both offered great promise, and both brought about major life changes.
Special thank you to my dear friend, Karen Bryant, for permission to use her beautiful photography “The Path” in this posting.