Along the Road Less Traveled

This is what I call the road less traveled.

It's a gravel road no more than a couple of miles long, very close to where I live.

It is a pass-through of sorts from one highly traveled road to the other.

Along this road less traveled I find the quiet and solace that I crave.

The world is a noisy place.

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If When I'm troubled, I may not find the answers I am seeking...

...but somehow the Lord speaks to me.

It might be through the call of a distant whip-poor-will or blue jay,

or finding the roadsides coming alive as wildflowers create brilliant pops of color,

or maybe it's that unexpected, refreshing breeze that seems to have come out of nowhere.

Undoubtedly, the load that I am carrying seems less heavy.

Along the road less traveled I can find myself overwhelmed at times,

that the God of the universe created so many marvelous things...

...each one unique...

...no two the same.

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The road less traveled, whether it be this one in particular or another elsewhere,

many times becomes my inner room...and I don't even need to close the door.

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"But you, when you pray, go into your inner room, 

close your door and pray to your Father who is in secret, 

and your Father who sees what is done in secret will reward you.

Matthew 6:6

Along the road less traveled...

...I can find a place to be still in a world that isn't.

Have a peaceful week, my friends.

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