Well look who we have here!! So lovely to see you again, old friend.
I recently went on a much needed getaway with my mom. We went to some hot springs that are about 2 hours away from her house and spent two nights in the cutest motel just walking distance from the hot pots. Soaking our bones and talking about life for two days refueled my heart and peace of mind. (I highly recommend going on small trips EVERY chance that you get, just get away from it all and be.) Our cute little motel had the amazing feature of a hot tub on the back deck, above the river. The hot tub was filled with water from the hot springs that was pulled up through a tube that emptied into the basin. My mom and I spent 3 hours the first night and 2 hours the second night, just soaking and chatting here. While in the tub, the mountain to the left of us was made of soft brown earth with the occasional green plant jutting from its side. Towards the top of the mountain there was a huge mass of rocky earth, like a giant boulder had been dropped from the sky. We watched as four deer descended from behind the rock, eating shrubs and flirting with a curious bunny. The moon came out above us as the sun dropped below a dense plum colored, clouded sky. The sound of the river flowing over rocks filled the air and floated up to us there on the deck. I marveled in the beauty of what was all around. A spotlight shone around the mountain, leading a pack of train cars through the night. The metal clanged as it echoed off the mountain, horn sounding three times. I've never heard something so loud and industrial be so warm and comforting. We watched as two more trains passed by that night, one from each direction, heading to its own destination.
We are like these trains, you and I. We curve and carry, twist and bump. We carry our load with us, over hills and down valleys. Our carts are full. Our boxes are packed to the brim as we deliver to those we pass along the way. We are like trains in the night. We shine our light out so that we see where it is that we are heading. Our tracks are already set, its our job to gaze out from the window and see the land as we pass. We may not know where our train is heading, but our light shines bright, hopeful of what's around the bend.
I recently went on a much needed getaway with my mom. We went to some hot springs that are about 2 hours away from her house and spent two nights in the cutest motel just walking distance from the hot pots. Soaking our bones and talking about life for two days refueled my heart and peace of mind. (I highly recommend going on small trips EVERY chance that you get, just get away from it all and be.) Our cute little motel had the amazing feature of a hot tub on the back deck, above the river. The hot tub was filled with water from the hot springs that was pulled up through a tube that emptied into the basin. My mom and I spent 3 hours the first night and 2 hours the second night, just soaking and chatting here. While in the tub, the mountain to the left of us was made of soft brown earth with the occasional green plant jutting from its side. Towards the top of the mountain there was a huge mass of rocky earth, like a giant boulder had been dropped from the sky. We watched as four deer descended from behind the rock, eating shrubs and flirting with a curious bunny. The moon came out above us as the sun dropped below a dense plum colored, clouded sky. The sound of the river flowing over rocks filled the air and floated up to us there on the deck. I marveled in the beauty of what was all around. A spotlight shone around the mountain, leading a pack of train cars through the night. The metal clanged as it echoed off the mountain, horn sounding three times. I've never heard something so loud and industrial be so warm and comforting. We watched as two more trains passed by that night, one from each direction, heading to its own destination.
We are like these trains, you and I. We curve and carry, twist and bump. We carry our load with us, over hills and down valleys. Our carts are full. Our boxes are packed to the brim as we deliver to those we pass along the way. We are like trains in the night. We shine our light out so that we see where it is that we are heading. Our tracks are already set, its our job to gaze out from the window and see the land as we pass. We may not know where our train is heading, but our light shines bright, hopeful of what's around the bend.