the road is long - so what?
(Post title taken from one of Justin's Nike T-shirts. It has a punchy attitude about it which I quite like :)
A lot of things have been pointing towards 'stay the course - things may be slightly tough now but the end is good'. Which is making me wonder 'Is the path ahead indeed long and winding?' i.e. 'What more is expected of me in this life?'
I've never liked being in limbo, or not knowing the intended outcomes of stuff I'm doing. But as dawned upon me during camp last week, perhaps I've been asking the wrong questions. Instead of wondering if all this stretching and giving and waiting is going to bear fruit for ME and SOON, perhaps I should avail myself to run with God's plan, not test it...
For some reason Snowy Woods came to mind... smth that we used to sing back in sec sch. Enjoy:
Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
- Robert Frost, 1923
A lot of things have been pointing towards 'stay the course - things may be slightly tough now but the end is good'. Which is making me wonder 'Is the path ahead indeed long and winding?' i.e. 'What more is expected of me in this life?'
I've never liked being in limbo, or not knowing the intended outcomes of stuff I'm doing. But as dawned upon me during camp last week, perhaps I've been asking the wrong questions. Instead of wondering if all this stretching and giving and waiting is going to bear fruit for ME and SOON, perhaps I should avail myself to run with God's plan, not test it...
For some reason Snowy Woods came to mind... smth that we used to sing back in sec sch. Enjoy:
Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
- Robert Frost, 1923


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