September 2, 2009

The Road Less Traveled

I took off walking the other day......I walked and I walked and I walked. I walked gravel roads, dirt roads and roads that weren't much more than worn paths. I brought my cell phone (in case I got has happened before), my car keys (I had to drive myself to where I was going to begin walking), and my ipod. I probably walked a mile with the buds in my ears listening to Shawn McDonald (one of my fav. contemporary Christian artist). But I decided that I was missing much by paying attention to music instead of what was around me. The chirping birds, mooing cows, wind, and the quiet.

After that, I had a wonderful time.
Here are some of the things I saw.

I thought that the road sign was interesting. I was in the middle of no where. No houses, no barns, nothing but birds and a mouse scurrying across the road, yet it was marked.

Vultures were circling me overhead.

Usually in this blog I recall the funny things in my life. This morning, however, was incredibly spiritual. I had a nice visit with the LORD. I lifted everything that has been on my mind lately up to Him. I praised Him for all the blessings that He has given me. I told Him my fears.....

This walk also reminded me of one of my favorite poems by Robert Frost
The 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 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.

In my opinion, this poem is about someone who approaches a fork in the road. He has to make a choice of which way to go. Then he choses the one less traveled. Apply this to your life and consider all the times that you had to make a choice. Did you choose the path that most would or did you march to your own?
I'm always afraid to be different. Afraid that I will be judged or make a mistake. Maybe I need to take more walks like this one?

These pictures are to lighten the mood that I have put you in.

My barefoot lil' country girl

My lazy dog who spends 90% of his time doing....nothing.

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