Broken Roads

On a recent road trip, my husband switched into his “Cosby-like awesome-dad” popped in the Hanah Montana soundrack and began rockin’ out with my daughter who was rockin’ just as hard in the back seat in her best AI audition. Bouncing from one pop song to the next, we traveled for miles hearing a tremendous remix version of my husband’s renditions with belly busting laughter of a vibrant 8-yr-old.

Toward the end of that CD,  the song in the video below came on and I watched an interesting transformation; from “Cool dad” to “this is why I love him” husband. At the very first cord, he gently tucked his chin, in an honorable blessed beyond measure gesture explaining “this song has always touched my heart and reminds me of God’s grace on us”. Even when we find ourselves in the midst of chaos, in love with someone else more than God Himself, or on a path where we feel we are all alone, all broken roads lead back to Him if we allow them.

I know for certain He has blessed my broken roads. Even the ones that I was sure had a cliff at the end, yet I still kept trudging along. In our search for significance, many roads seem like they are leading us down the right path especially when it feels right and it looks right.

There is a way that seems right to a man, But its end is distruction. (death)

My  study bible says this is a demonstration of a journey, in which the traveler imagines that he is pursuing a straight path that will lead him to his desired goal of success and happiness. Sin is often able to hide its own character and disguise its bitter end. He finds, too late, that the easy path leads to an early death. The path of life is submissive obedience to the will of the Lord. That is true wisdom (Prov 1:7; 9:10)

The Road Not Taken

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;         5
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,         10
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.         15
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.