"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; . . . 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." From "The Road Not Taken" by Robert Frost. The past few days, I have been traveling on the well-worn path, the one marred by self-pity, anger, and discouragement. In my scripture study this morning, something clicked. I cannot even give you chapter and verse, but as I closed my scriptures, I thought of this picture and this poem. I am usually a traveler on the less-trodden road. Today, I will be cutting through the forest of doubt and getting back on the path.