This has been a challenging year for all. Never in a million years did I think I ‘d be alive, witnessing some of the things that are occurring these days! Many are left shocked, confused, angry and some have lost their ever-loving minds over worry, paralyzed in fear!
Is it not true everyday we have to make choices? Is it not a daily decision we make on what we are going to do, and how we are going to react? I for one believe in the power of prayer. Prayer brings results. But I don’t doubt there are days when our prayers cry out, “God, are you there? Are you listening?”
He is. And He does.
I do not pretend to have all the answers. I am flawed. I am an imperfect being trying to serve a perfect God. His ways are higher than my ways. As a Christian, I am not immune to the happenings of this world. Family and dear friends have experienced illnesses, some due to Covid; set-backs due to circumstances beyond their control, and hurtful, disappointments because, well, we’re humans.
In Robert Frost’s poem, The Road Less Taken, towards the end he mentions about the road less traveled. I want to be on that road. What does that mean exactly? I’m sure different things to different people.
For me, the road less traveled is to be on the road of steadfastness, not faltering or leaning on my own understanding. I want to be on the road less traveled, collected and in my right frame of mind when much confusion lies before me that I feel overwhelmed. Although at times I may stumble and not know what to do, still I desire to be on the road less traveled in my prayer closet instead of bickering and complaining.
Someone please show me the road less traveled, trusting in God, instead of doubting Him. Lead me to the road less traveled, believing it is well with my soul and the best yet to come. Point me to the road less traveled, where I am not encumbered with the weight of the world with its troubles upon my shoulders.
I want to walk in faith and not in fear. Sing and not scream. Be tender and not hardened. Pliable and not crushed. Teachable and not a know it all.
These are my truths, what I hope to attain some day. I don’t want to follow the crowd of ‘woe is me!’ Rather that I listen in humbled silence to the still small voice that beckons me to be still and know that He is God.
Whenever I approach two roads of life, I want to be the one who looked heavenward and took the one less traveled by and that has made all the difference.