I admit, part of it is a sense of responsibility that I have. And honestly, a great deal of it is a calling, a very personal one that I have chosen to accept. But that doesn't keep me from being frustrated, sometimes very deeply--I get frustrated by my inability to complete projects or even basic cleanings, I get frustrated when I feel that I am getting the losing end of the deal, I get tired. Sometimes, I just want to quit.
And when I think about all the things that I don't do well, or don't do at all, or I hold myself to some impossible standard that no one sees but me--well, rightly or wrongly I get discouraged.
But God has a funny way of pushing encouragement at us when we least expect it (but when we need it) and where we don't imagine finding it. Today I found mine in the juvenile poetry section from the library in a small collection of Robert Frost's poetry for people of all ages.
So here is today's encouragement:
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 the 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.