Learning to trust the wind

 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.        

"The Road Not Taken" by Robert Frost

It seems that all of us will at one point in our lives come to that fork in the road of two diverging paths - "one path paved with the knowledge and reason of man, the other paved with faith in God." 

-"The Infinite Atonement" - p.g. 108 - Tad. R. Callister

At times it may seem that everything in the world points us

to go down the path that makes sense, the path that we want, 

the path that would be easier to follow... 

and we stand there at the fork in the road wondering

 why the wind is pushing us towards the path less taken,

 the path we have never before walked,

yet, the path that we know is right.

At times we may push against the wind,

thinking that through time it will make us stronger;

yet, we soon find that doing so has only made us tired,

and the wind continues to push us towards the path of faith...

The path that for some reason we fear.

I am comfortable with the path that I know.

The path that has been trodden down by many footprints.

Why must I go down the path I do not know?

Why must I choose the way that does not make sense to me?

What's in it for me?

I stand there wondering where these paths came from,

wondering why I am the only one here,

who made these paths anyway?

And as I sit there wondering, it all begins to make sense.

This is my path... This path was made for me...

Although I do not know what lies ahead 

or why I need to go down the path,

I find comfort in the pair of footprints 

that lie afresh on my path ahead of me,

the footprints of Him, Who walked all of our paths 

for us.

Nothing may make sense to me, 

but the path seems right. 

I don't know where I am going, 

but as I strive to do what is right,

the wind pushes me here.

I have learned that pushing against the wind

is not what makes us stronger,

but letting the wind take us to where we need to go

is where the true growth lies.

So, whatever my future holds,

I have learned to trust in the wind.