all too often, we take the path of least resistance... the path with no thorns..the path of least resistance is a road where we fall into the trap of making ourselves comfortable.. it's the path that requires the least effort.
It's the broad path..paved with good intentions that ultimately leads to nowhere.
today, take the harder path..the path that may involve some danger..the hard path has steep inclines.. it involves discipline to walk. it involves maybe putting aside a selfish ambition..laying something down..it involves dying to live.. when you walk the hard path..there are surprises at every turn ..If God were to be found along either path..this is where you would find Him..
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.