Trains Trains Trains
I love trains. I love riding on them. Especially when they aren't too crowded, and you can put in your headphones and fall back against the seat to enjoy the gentle swaying back and forth of the train car, and the sight of the scenery rushing by outside the window. I love the quiet. And the way it forces you to sit still, even as you are moving. The way it carries you to the next place. The way it makes you think about the larger things. How vast and wide is the world. How many other people at that very moment are also riding a train to some other destination. What takes people there? What draws them to where they are going? Is it people? Is it work? Is it adventure? Is it fear or obligation? Is it love? Is it out of necessity? Is it for recreation? I remember commuting every day from the Kaplan home in Connecticut to Pearl studios in Manhattan. The back and forth. The hour and a half of time to sit and ponder. Or put my aching feet up on the seat across from me (when there was room). Listening to The Gabe Dixon Band. Wondering if all really would be well. This was 5 years ago. Which feels like a lifetime ago. To think then that I would be on a similar train, 5 years later, completely out of debt, free from anxiety and disguised feelings of self-hatred, and about to get married to a man ~ I might have called you crazy. Praise Jesus for rescuing me. Praise God for how He has redeemed my life. Praise God for the people He has brought around me to encourage me, and to speak truth into my heart. Praise God for exposing my nothingness, to the point of requiring Him to be everything.