I love Robert Frost’s poem The Road Not Taken. It tells of a traveler trying to decide which path to take, the well-worn one or the one that was “grassy and wanted wear”. The last stanza has always deeply stirred my spirit:
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.
One day as I walked I was thinking about a problem that seemed to only have two options. I didn’t resonate with either so I talked to God about it. A few steps later, I glanced up into the woods and saw a faint trail passing through the brush and over a rise, one that perhaps deer often took, leaving a hint of their passing. Sometimes I don’t see all of the possibilities. Sometimes my head tries to figure out things before my heart seeks to hear from God. He knows all the ways through, all the trails and where they lead.
The same old trails can be handy but they generally lead to the same old places. When I listen to God with my heart and let my eyes focus on His guidance, He can take me new ways to new places that will make all the difference.
Trust in the LORD with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways submit to him, and he will make your paths straight. Proverbs 3:5-6
Meeting God at the Park 