Psalm 119:59 I thought about my ways, And turned my feet to Your testimonies. This one is something I’ve struggled with. I grew up so steeped in “tradition” that when God’s planted seeds of discontent started to grow I was astounded. I’ve certainly thought about my ways… a LOT. And there have been many times when I’ve considered the decisions that I’m making. Do I turn my feet to His testimonies? Or do I continue in the way I was raised ignoring that which I now know because the other path is easier? Robert Frost wrote the poem “The Road Not Taken” which has become almost cliche, but it is SO much like the path I’m walking. Here’s an interesting visual interpretation: I’ve had to make decisions that I’m very conscious of and that I still struggle with because what I want is not what He asks of me. It reminds me of the time Yeshua said, “Deny yourself, take up your cross, and follow me.” (or something to that effect) It’s not easy, for sure. The word for “to turn” is shuv. It’s a really cool word! It means to turn back, to return, of dying, and in repetition. In another form it means to refresh, restore, to bring back or repair. That’s a lot for one word (and there are about 20 other ways this word can be used with many different nuances and implications)! My choice to walk in His ways means all these things. I turn back to the original (His way), dying to my way, restoring his position as King as I obey His commands and repairing my relationship with Him. Here’s the poem by Robert Frost. The last stanza, especially, hits home here. The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost 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 marked 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