I have to admit, the feelings of discouragement filled me for only a brief second, until I reminded myself of Robert Frost's The Road Less Traveled. Something I have been thinking about A LOT.
My entire life, I have never been able to take the road everyone else took. I have always felt like the black sheep.
When you are young and the black sheep, you think something is wrong with you. When you're older, you begin to realize how blessed you are as a result. Sometimes my road was picked for me, for, "we make our plans, but the Lord determines our steps," Proverbs 16:9. Other times, I clearly went against the grain on my own accord.
Not all roads were pleasant, but all roads were worth the travel.
So this year, I will be making two journeys, each through a road less traveled. They may lead to heartache or hardship, but I do believe, just as the great poem says, it will make "all the difference."
The Road Less Traveled by Robert Frost
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.