Two Roads

I have shared this poem on my blog before.  However, I have been thinking about it a lot lately and wanted to re-post.  I remember when President Hinckley shared the last stanza in a talk he gave and I remember thinking that it was profound and lovely and it spoke to my heart and my soul.

Life is not what you think it's going to be.

Sometimes it is better, sometimes it is worse.

Sometimes it takes everything you have to stay strong and true to what you know is right.

Sometimes you may stand alone.

Sometimes you may find the Lord directing you in ways that you didn't expect,

And yet, so worth it in the end.

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;
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. ~Robert Frost