Sometimes life leads you to a choice. The poem “The Road Not Taken” by Robert Frost comes to mind. Those famous few lines everyone seems to remember:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I–
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
I stood there at the proverbial fork in the road for a long time. Toying with which path to take. Counting the cost of each. And then, after all my contemplation and with seemingly little more assuredness than the day I first came to the fork, I chose.
I wondered, “Did I make the right choice?”
I had left so much behind at that fork in the road and it seemed the farther I walked down this new road the more I cast all things familiar to the side. Often I missed these things.
Again, “Did I make the right choice?”
I looked back and saw friends who were still there trying to decide or had taken a the other road. People I loved. Holding on to the things I once loved but had now let go.
“Did I make the right choice?”
The farther down the road I walked, the more I realized how solid it was. It is a good road. Farther still and I realized the things I had missed were more than replaced by things I would never have to give up. Wonderful things. Eternal things.
With each step my love for the road and the things it offered grew as my love for things of the past dwindled. Yet, my love for the people at the fork and on the other road did not dwindle. It grew. There was an aching desire for them to also take this road.
“It’s the right choice.”
I realize now that I didn’t really choose the road. The Road chose me.
He chose to give us birth through the word of truth, that we might be a kind of firstfruits of all he created. – James 1:18
Enter through the narrow gate. For wide is the gate and broad is the road that leads to destruction, and many enter through it. But small is the gate and narrow the road that leads to life, and only a few find it. – Matthew 7:13-14