Good Morning! I hope the weather is warm where you are. It is cold here. Somewhere around 5 below zero…I think. I came at 5 a.m. this morning to see if I could accomplish something. Today will be a long day. For the past 4 years I have volunteered my time as a basketball official to referee elementary school games on Saturday. A big tournament will start today. I have 6 games to ref. What is really cool is that my son wants try his hand at it. So, today I am breaking in a new official. I hope the parents and I have the patience for it today. I think he will do all right. It’s all 5th grade today.
As I left the house and came to the "Front Porch" this morning I noticed something beautiful. A make shift path had been made by a snowblower through the yard to the church (where my computer is). With a half moon brilliantly reflecting off the snow, a beam of light shimmered down the path. It seemed to speak, "…come this way."
Then, I thought of the poem by Robert Frost, Road Less Traveled. I have often thought about the road of life that the Lord has led me down. Others have come this way. I see the trail that they have left for me. A few times the Lord has led me off the path and into "uncharted" territories. A few times I got off the path myself and just plain ole’ "got lost".
But the road I have chosen, the one my Savior invited me on, has been good. I have enjoyed the road…for the most part. I am not sure how I got here. I don’t know where it leads. I have not a clue where or when it will end. But this I do know, I have wonderful companions to go with me along the journey and by what I have seen and what I have done along the way, has made me who I am.
Enjoy the poem and reflect on the road you have chosen.
ROAD LESS TRAVELED
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 onto 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 took the one less traveled by
And that has made all the difference
Robert Frost
As I left the house and came to the "Front Porch" this morning I noticed something beautiful. A make shift path had been made by a snowblower through the yard to the church (where my computer is). With a half moon brilliantly reflecting off the snow, a beam of light shimmered down the path. It seemed to speak, "…come this way."
Then, I thought of the poem by Robert Frost, Road Less Traveled. I have often thought about the road of life that the Lord has led me down. Others have come this way. I see the trail that they have left for me. A few times the Lord has led me off the path and into "uncharted" territories. A few times I got off the path myself and just plain ole’ "got lost".
But the road I have chosen, the one my Savior invited me on, has been good. I have enjoyed the road…for the most part. I am not sure how I got here. I don’t know where it leads. I have not a clue where or when it will end. But this I do know, I have wonderful companions to go with me along the journey and by what I have seen and what I have done along the way, has made me who I am.
Enjoy the poem and reflect on the road you have chosen.
ROAD LESS TRAVELED
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 onto 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 took the one less traveled by
And that has made all the difference
Robert Frost