The Road Not Taken

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When faced with a decision, it's like a fork in the road. Robert Frost talks about this in his poem "The Road Not Taken." You can turn one way or the other and depending on which way you turn, the path will look different and your experience will be different.

Once you make a decision, you cannot take it back. Once you choose a path, that's the one you tend to stay on and which determines where you go in life. That's why it's so important to make wise decisions. Thankfully, if you get off on the wrong path, God will carve a path to eventually get you back to His path for you.

Robert Frost writes so eloquently about this choice of which path to take. The path he chose was the one fewer people had traveled. Isn't that like the Christian life? To follow Jesus requires taking a path that few people choose because it's a hard path. The future is unknown. It requires a lot from you - faith, obedience, sacrifice. But at the end you will see why it has made all the difference in your life. Not only will you have found some unexpected good surprises along the way, you will have an incredible, unimaginable life waiting for you at the end of the path (i.e. Heaven).

Read Frost's poem below. Afterward, we love to hear your thoughts on this topic! Leave us a comment.

"The Road Not Taken"
By Robert Frost

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.



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