I was upa half the night ill, so Neil was forced to be at home, run children to school, do stuff around here - it was like glimpsing into the life we dreamt of.
It made us think - somehow we have to go on. It's going to involve some tough decisions for everyone. Somehow we have to take a step or many steps back, and move forward down a different path. I wonder how far from the true path we have strayed?
there's a dent in the soft bean bag, by the woodburner, where Boo sat this evening. We were catching up with many unwatched video diaries from Lammas and she was sewing.
Then Neil went off to bed (2am drive sadly) and now she's pottered off, H is upstairs working, and I'm sipping tea, still feeling rubbish and thinking about crawling off to bed myself.
And sitting here, I'm thinking - I want my dent to be a good dent, you know? I want to have acted justly, loved mercy, and walked humbly with God. I want to have been a follower of Christ, a faithful steward, and to have followed the road less travelled.
It's getting late in life to turn off the track. Not quite sure how we ever shambled back onto it. But it's time for a detour.
The Road Not Taken
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,And sorry I could not travel bothAnd be one traveler, long I stoodAnd looked down one as far as I couldTo where it bent in the undergrowth;Then took the other, as just as fair,And having perhaps the better claimBecause it was grassy and wanted wear,Though as for that the passing thereHad worn them really about the same,And both that morning equally layIn leaves no step had trodden black.Oh, I marked the first for another day!Yet knowing how way leads on to wayI doubted if I should ever come back.I shall be telling this with a sighSomewhere 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.