Part Two of the Train Story

A few of you sweet souls commented on Wednesday, “What happened? Did you find your husband?” I absolutely was not trying to leave y’all in a literary cliffhanger. No ma’am. What I can say, was in that moment my first reaction was to slap on a huge grimace, plop myself down, and roll around crying. I guess, sort of a 30 something year old mama-drama-tantrum.

Anyway, praise Jesus that is not what happened.

God birthed in me a new strength I never thought I had. I picked up my bags with determination. I had a new mission…to figure out what in tarnation I was going to do. I became swept away by all the other people piling into the Naples train station up ahead. I hurried up the escalator. I set my bags down at the top so I would have a birds-eye view of every track in that place. I tried to act as if I knew exactly what I was doing, but you guessed it, I didn’t have a clue.

Much to my surprise about 15 minutes later, when I was about to break into a real sweaty mess, my man hopped off another train. He had gone to the next stop. As soon as he had arrived, a second train came by, picked him up, and returned him to the Naples station where I was waiting.

In that moment, elation and fear collided. The juices in my stomach started to churn. I wanted to rip his head off for “him-hawing” on the train and leaving me alone.

But God…(don't you just love those two connection words)?

But God said, “No sweetie, no. Don’t carry anger and fear. Just remember the lesson I taught you here today.” My take away lesson was this: fill all the creases and cracks of your mind with God’s Truth. Pack it so full of Truth that there is absolutely no room for fear.

When we realize that because God himself is near and we don’t have to been anxious about anything, we will tap into the power of God like never before.