My Acquaintance with the "Road Less Traveled"

WHEN: July 22nd 2009
AUTHOR: Stefani
CATEGORY: Blog
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I am faced with a decision. I am confronted with a choice. I am standing at a crossroads. There has been talk for centuries about this crossroads. Although I have heard the poems and stories about this place, it is another thing entirely to be standing here, choosing for myself which road to live my life upon. Never the less, here I stand, with destiny patiently awaiting my decision.

One way leads to self. It is a paved road, with a smooth ride and beautiful view. There are many places to stop, rest, and take time to bask in the comfort of predictability. The other way leads to ultimate surrender and submission. The path is bumpy and the ride is disturbed. In fact, it can hardly be recognized as a way by which one could travel. It is desolate. Dry. Dangerous.

To me, the answer is easy. I know without a shadow of a doubt which road I am destined to walk down. As I stare down the difficult path to surrender, I know it is time to walk forward. It's time to take a step, and from then on, never turn back. My eyes begin to fill with tears and as those tears line my cheeks, voices around me begin doubting the confidence within me to continue on with this commitment. But the tears do not reveal the intensions of my heart. In fact, my heart is doing just the opposite. it has begun to race. It is pumping so hard with anticipation, I can hardly stand.

Before I take even one step, my body is overcome with grief, and I fall on my face in indescribable pain. The voices gasp behind me, questioning whether I will get back up. Slowly, I pick myself up and return to my feet. My eyes are now locked on the rocks in my way. I begin to climb. Immediately, sobs errupt from within me with such intensity, I am forced to pause so that I may catch my breath. My vision is blurred and my head is pounding from crying so hard.

One voice then stood out among all the rest and asked, "Why did you choose this road if you hate it so much? Why stay commited if this decision makes you so upset???"

The words within my reply came not from my own being, but from the faith rooted deep within my spirit. In the midst of my tears, I cried out,

"In this moment, every last bit of my flesh is screaming! My body is weary and my mind is in anguish! But it is in this moment that my SPIRIT is REJOICING. For although I am near death, I have never been more FULLY ALIVE."