Wednesday, 18 September 2019

M Michele's Musings

I Missed the Train and Oh, the Sorrow…

Recently, while on a cleaning spree,I stumbled across long forgotten scribblingsregarding a curious dream I had long ago. The noteslay folded and neglected in the confines of an old wallet. As I re-read my notes, the dream came flooding back into my memories. In the dream,I instinctively knew I was late. Loud incriminations were racing through my mind because Ihad heard the train whistle blowing. I knew the train was near yet I wasn’t ready. My friends were all aboard. However, I had not packed early enough and overslept hitting the snooze button too many times. I kissed family goodbye but forgot my bags. Frantically, with no help, I searched until I finally found the bags. But the train was slowly leaving the station. I could see a few straggling passengers lined up. The conductor,still on the steps of the train entrance, was allowingthe last minute passengers onboard. My hurriedly packed bags were heavy and burdensome in my hands as I lugged them along. Even so, I was frantically running, making a valiant effort to get to the conductor,all the while dodging people scurrying about the train station. My voice was plaintively ringing out to him, “Please wait! Please wait for me!”The clamor drowned my voice out to nothing more than a quiet whisper lost amid the station chaos. The train picked up speed, faster and faster until it faded from sight.   I knew in my heart there was no longer any hope of catching the train. AsI watched the train fade into the distance,I set my bags down andploppeddown atop the luggage with a mournful sigh.   Putting my face in my hands I began to cry. Overwhelming sorrow enveloped my heart and soul. There was not one thing I could do. The train was gone. I had missed the train and somehow I knew there was no chance of ever reaching my destination. That train was that last train to my destination. I woke up with a heavy heart, sadness in my souland vague recollectionsthat somehow it was entirely my fault.

Recollections of a very similar experience as a young girl rushed to the forefront of my thoughts. I had been staying with my mom’s family all summer and it was time for me to return home to El Paso. All I remember is that we were on our way to catch a plane at O’Hare Airport. We were late, whether from over sleeping, late packing or horrific traffic I donot remember. The car ride was filled with tension as my uncle undertook dare-devil driving, my aunt and grandmother praying along with panicky worry, and my cousin, Beth, crying as we haphazardly traversed congested Chicago traffic to reach our destination.   I wanted to cry with Beth but all I could think about was missing the plane. Beth was crying because she didn’t want me to leave. As much as I thought I didn’t want to leave either, in our frantic desperation to reach the airport in time I had an immediate deep awarenessthat I was the one that was going to be crying if I missed that plane. I was ready to go home; I missed my mom, I missed my dad, I even missed my siblings.It was to be my first experience on an airplane alone but all fear was cast aside due to the anguish I was feeling in my heart. Not wanting to hurt Beth’s feelings because I wasn’t crying, I apologized and wanting to console her, I lamely told her that I couldn’t cry because I just didn’t have time. Upon reaching O’Hare I rememberwe traveled the length of airport terminal running to reach the departure gate. I was being urgently pulled along by my Aunt, who had me by the hand, while my uncle ran alongside with my bags, my grandmother and Beth following as quickly as they were able. The same desperationI felt that eventful day I alsoremember feelingin the dream. But, thankfully, unlike the train in the dream, the airplane delayed just for me and I was able to board.The relief of reaching the boarding gate was immense and joy flooded my very being. I boarded the plane and headed toward a very important destination, home sweet home.

The poignancy of the missed train in the dream and the near-miss airplane experience remain with me even today. They both remind me that life,with all it intricacies, can get busy, confusing and overwhelming. I am reminded that bad choices or lazy choices can cause unwanted repercussions which can resultin missed or near-missed important goals, opportunities or destinations.   We can get so busy that we forget to spend time in God’s word and in His house with his people. We can be like Martha who was distracted by all the preparations that had to be made, worried and upset aboutmany things. She was missing the better part, that her sister, Mary, who sat at Jesus feet, was enjoying (Luke 10:38-42).

Opportunities, goals and destinations lay before each and every one of us every day. God has a plan and purpose for our lives.   Not one of us is promised tomorrow, therefore, we should make the most of each day that God sets before us. We do not want to be the person sitting on the luggage weeping and crying our heart out because we were not ready and we missed a very important train.   I pray that each of us would be prepared and ready, always led by a loving and strong hand (Jesus) and accompanied by loving encouragement (God’s word, His people) so that we make it through life not missing one single goal, opportunity or destination that God has prepared for us.

“For I know the plans I have for you, declares the LORD,

plans to prosper you and not to harm you, to give you a future and a hope.”

Jeremiah 29:11

Along with having a lasting, loving relationship with God through Jesus in our daily lives one of the most important destinations that we can look forward to is to eventually be in the presence of God and to live with Him for all eternity (John 3:16). To reach this goal we are to work out our salvation with fear and trembling (Philippians 2:12).Everyday we must make good choices and focus on what is important. For every goal, opportunity and destination we must pray that weare ready when it is time, in season and out of season (2 Timothy 4:2a). Our bags must be packed, our oil purchased (Matthew 25:1-13), our lamps burning (Luke 12:35)and our hearts ready. He comes in a day that we think not(Matthew 24:44). He comes for a bride without spot or wrinkle(Ephesians 5:27). He comes for a people that are watching and waiting(Luke 12:35). Eventually we will arrive at our final destination with God in our eternal “home sweet home.”

“Since, then, you have been raised with Christ, set your hearts on things above,

Where Christ is, seated at the right hand of God.  

Set your minds on things above, not on earthly things.  

For you died, and your life is now hidden with Christ in God.  

When Christ, who is your life, appears, then you also will appear with him in glory..”

Colossians 3:1-4

 

Love in Christ, Michele

Columnist: Michele's Musings

Picture Michele Abshire is a housewife, mother, grandmother, and full time legal assistant. She has been published in Lake Charles, Louisiana publications, Christian Star Newspaper and Gumbeaux Magazine.  

Michele began writing notes of encouragement to people God put on her heart which led her in the direction of writing short encouraging stories, letters, essays and analogies.  This quickly became a ministry for her.  

Michele's vision is to reach people with encouraging messages that will lift their heart and bring joy for sorrow and hope for discouragement. Michele enjoys your feedback so leave a comment in the form at the bottom of the page or email her at  micheles.musings@gmail.com

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