The Peace Train

I have been coming across lots of train metaphors lately. My friend Sam at Fields of Gold has written several posts in the last month about choosing to jump off the train of negative thoughts.

A friend on facebook posted as her status last week…”I think I can. I think can.” Which brings to mind the story of the little engine who was determined to make it over the high mountain it was slowly creeping up.

Last week, I posted this quote from Dietrich Bonhoeffer on my blog. “If you board the wrong train, it is no use running along the corridor in the other direction.

This morning I read this quote from Corrie Ten Boom in the study I am doing in our Women’s Bible Study. “When the train goes through a tunnel and the world gets dark, do you jump out? Of course not. You sit still and trust the engineer to get you through.”

Which one of these examples resonates with you the most?

I think it’s different for each of us, depending on where our journey has taken us, the experiences we’ve gone through, and any challenges we might currently be going through.

If I had to describe to someone how my life was like a train ride, I would tend to share the story of boarding the train headed in the wrong direction and finally making the decision to jump off the train. Sometimes obedience involves facing our fear and taking a risk. The leap I took off the train was scary and painful. The train I was riding was barreling down the track and the destination promised to include more torment and more misery and more captivity. A subtle shift in direction was not going to help my situation. I needed to make a drastic 180 degree turn towards freedom. It was the only way back to Him and I knew it.

So I risked everything. I risked losing total control (or perceived control). I risked having to face my fear of the unknown. I risked being wrong and failing. I loosened my grip and I jumped.

I hit the ground, rolled down the steep bank and watched as the end of the train rushed on by. To my wonder, standing there, on the other side of the track was the Great Physician. It looked as if He’d been expecting me. He had his medical bag ready and lovingly knelt down next to me and went to work tending to every bruise and every broken part of me. I even watched Him perform desperately needed heart surgery. Recovery took time but He was patient with me. With every little step I took, He offered me plenty of words of encouragement. When I felt too weak, He would carry me. He didn’t seem to mind. In fact, I could tell from His eyes and His gentle touch that there was nothing else He would rather be doing.

Little by little, I am learning to trust Him. Little by little He continues to heal me. And I am so thankful that He’s brought me back to the one train that offers me everything I’ve ever wanted…Peace.

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