I have found an illustration which reminds me that this human dwelling place is not our ultimate home:
The most spectacular moments of delight or seconds of terrible suffering known at the train station stop, are still only experiences along the pause in our journey onward. No station break will be a lengthy halt on our trip to our ultimate destination. The pangs of travel, as we bear our baggage loads of chosen items we hope will equip us, or feel forced to carry, are temporary. With that in mind we choose to endure the struggles we encounter in passing.
Each time our connected cars stop, we do not plan to stay behind. We trust the train and know the tracks will guide us to our final goal. The stations along life's way were never meant to be more than the necessary stops. Do not lose heart, do not lose hope! Fix your eyes on the destination as we slip through dark tunnels or are borne up mountains steep. Side-by-side, as devoted travel companions, we care for one another and strengthen the weak of heart, as we place our belief in the eternal power of the Conductor. He will carry his passengers safely home. He is vigilant and leads faithfully.
The power of good fuels our trustworthy locomotive. With each passing day, we approach the end and anticipate joy! For now, while there is still time, we speak the truth in love to fellow travelers and thrust out sturdy hands to grip and guide all who wish to come aboard with hearts surrendered. In anticipation of our glorious destination and surrounded by our compassionate community, we find courage to press on.
And at the joyful culmination of the journey, we will embrace the loved ones waiting there and tell of all that we experienced, exhausting but worth it when we have finally arrive. That day will be good, so good and nothing bad will linger to steal our communion of joy!
For now, we must be faithful travel companions!
I wrote this post the night before last amidst a hospital stay from a hand injury for Zion. On the way home yesterday, we stopped for a bite to eat outside in the warming, healing sunshine of the coast. These tracks run alongside the winsome little seafood shack. It was fascinating to the boys and me to watch each train, tremendous is strength, rushing past in a blur. I did not realize that in the blast of this red locomotive racing along, I could actually capture it so clearly. Those steps were not visible to me when I pressed the button on my camera phone, yet here they are, appearing to wait patiently in invitation for us to climb aboard!
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