The Road less Traveled

This has been a week of mixed emotion and sadness. A funeral, a very sick friend, and questions of why these things have to happen to such good people? I understand that God works in mysterious ways. And that when life pushes you to your knees pray. So I am praying. I am praying for God's grace for those I love and care about to be blessed with the comfort that God is with them and protecting them through their pain and fears.

God help me through this feeling of helplessness and help me to be ready when needed.

God bless you and yours.

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

By: Robert Frost