Lately, I’ve been pondering weighty matters of the heart such as ‘milestone’ birthdays—my 70th was on June 3rd—and the graduations from college and high school of my first three grandbabies.
During my musings, a poem I like a lot keeps coming to mind. The Road Not Traveled by Robert Frost is a poem about decision making.
Making prudent decisions is not only critical, but it’s also tricky. We cannot see what lies in our futures, which is one of the big reasons my trust in a God who does see grows in importance with each new sunrise and sunset.
One decision I think is very important for every one of us to make is the decision to take a break from every day, mundane responsibilities. Sometimes the best road to not travel is the one at home we travel daily. Choosing to “get out of Dodge” for a season and go on vacation is a good decision.
This belief is why I was excited when I learned Stephen, the great guy who manages the Listening on the Journey… blog posts for me, is going to take a vacation to Hawaii, a beautiful place where God shows off creation big time!
Stephen told me he’d have his laptop with him and would keep posting blogs even when he’s away, and I thought, “No way do I want him to do that!” So, I decided to suspend posts until July 6th.
Aloha! Enjoy your time away, Stephen.
And, Aloha blessings to each Listening on the Journey… reader as you enjoy the beauty of summer. I hope you’ll be able to get away and take a road not routinely traveled during these sunshiny months!
The Road Not Taken
Robert Frost, 1874 – 1963
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 kept 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.