Month: April 2015

A heavy heart

(This was supposed to have published last night. That’s what happens when you walk away from your computer before you’re it’s done what it’s supposed to do.)

From my heart:

The young woman I mentioned in this morning’s post came home from work tonight and went right to bed. She never even came into the room where we were sitting. I think her heart is heavy and that breaks mine.

I wonder if she’s at that intersection of life two  Frost wrote about:

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.
It takes so much courage to take the “road less traveled”.  It’s so much easier to stay with the status-quo, the road most people travel.
My prayer for her tonight is that she’ll find her own way and that it will truly make all the difference.
God bless and I hope you sleep well tonight. Don’t know if I will.
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