“The Road Not Taken”
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.
As a child, I imagined the moments of choice described by Frost were few and far between. I was black and white person. I believed there was always a correct choice . . . if one just thought enough about it.
But life is actually a lot like Robert Frost’s poem. It is full of life-changing moments, many of which we do not recognize or realize their importance. Yet each choice leads us down a path, and there is often no going back.
I was at one of these crossroads last week. Whatever choice I made would impact my family and me for the rest of my life. Both choices were right, valid, and well-trod. But with one of the choices (maybe both), there would be no going back.
In times like this, I am grateful I know an all-knowing God. I don’t know what lies around the bend obscured by undergrowth, but He does. And while God seldom reveals to us the future, He does give direction, purpose, and peace in the decisions we must make.
That day I relied on God’s knowledge, love, and mercy. My choice may not be the easy path. There is nothing easy about brain surgery. It is not the path everyone would take. But I have peace that once again “Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.”