My Life Is in HIS Hands

The Road Not Taken (Robert Frost)

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 Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveller, 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

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Frost's poem has always been one of my favorites. In the last teaching year and especially during the last few weeks, the meaning of the underlined part of the poem has become less clear to me. It's really ironic when a person kind-of gets to a place in which life seems to have been somewhat "figured out," only to realize that one knows less than ever about some things. I guess that in one sense, a person never gets to return to the exact same spot with everything intact as it was at the beginning. (Was it ever really completely "intact?") Yet, the return to the spot is possible! What is there holds the potential to be even better than before because of the unique, rare opportunity and joy of the trip back to such a critical spot. I'm thankful that Jesus has my life in His hands. And, that's exactly where I want it to stay!

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Zeph 3:17

 The Lord thy God in the midst of thee is mighty; he will save, he will rejoice over thee with joy; he will rest in his love, he will joy over thee with singing.


Ps 30:5-12 (Excerpts)

 For his anger endureth but a moment; 

in his favour is life: 

weeping may endure for a night, 

but joy cometh in the morning...

 Hear, O Lord,
and have mercy upon me:
Lord, be thou my helper.

Thou hast turned for me
my mourning into dancing:
thou hast put off my sackcloth,
and girded me with gladness;

 To the end that my glory
may sing praise to thee,
and not be silent. 

O Lord my God,
I will give thanks unto thee 

for ever.