Many Thanks!

Two days ago, I reached my 76th year, and had a beautiful day.

I’m always amazed at the goodness of God, at God’s mercy, His faithfulness in my life, and that HE loves me. His Banner over me is always love. That sits deep in the corners of my heart and gives me the freedom to be authentic.

As I walk through my day today, The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost accompanies me. I first learned this poem by memory when I was seventeen. I was getting ready to go to the university. I had a lot of goals I wanted to accomplish. Surprisingly, I still have lots of goals. My life is not dull or boring, and for that I am thankful.

I have traveled to many places in Europe and have also visited many states in the USA and Canada.

Life has challenged me, and it continues to challenge me to keep learning and moving forward to achieve the things I want, regardless of what others may think.

I’ve made mistakes, fallen on my face, but God places the solitary in families, according to Psalm 68:5-6, and I have been placed in many families in Europe, the USA, and Canada, who are there to encourage me and to lift me up. They see the real me, not the author, writer, or singer. They see me as I am in the best and worst of times. And for that, I am genuinely thankful.

So, I close by saying thanks to all of you for showing me love and for stopping by to wish me the best.

I close with one of the foundational stones that continues to mark my life.

Shalom Shalom

Patricia Anne Pierce-Garcia Schaack

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 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.

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