When I was a girl in high school, I had an old, stone-faced English teacher who made me fall in love with words. In her mouth they marched, danced and sang as they became Beowulf, Chaucer, Shakespeare, Milton or Frost.  I saw so many Technicolor scenes before me as she droned on in her almost inaudible voice.

Then I met a man (my husband) who helped me to love God’s Word, and my life changed forever. The transition was not easy since the lure of life in the world still called from every direction, but the true “life” (John 17:3) had a much greater call, and that has made all the difference.  If only all wives had that love when quarrels, poverty, loneliness, and rejection come, then their work would be so much easier.

Because of God’s Word, choices are already made. Like the Philippians, we are bought and redeemed, but still working out our own salvation from day to day (Philippians 2:12).

Beth

THE ROAD LESS TRAVELED

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.
Robert Frost