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The Station

The True Joy of Life is the Trip

  

 TUCKED AWAY in our subconscious minds is an idyllic vision.  We see ourselves on a long, long trip that almost spans the continent.  We’re travelling by passenger train, and out of the windows we drink in the passing scene of cars on nearby highways, of children waving at a crossing, of cattle grazing on a distant hillside, of smoke pouring from a power plant, of row upon row of corn and wheat, of flatlands and valleys, of mountains and rolling hillsides, of city skylines and village halls, of biting winter and blazing summer and cavorting spring and docile fall.

     But uppermost in our minds is the final destination.  On a certain day at a certain hour we will pull into the station.  There will be bands playing and flags waving.  And once we get there so many wonderful dreams will come true.  So many wishes will be fulfilled and so many pieces of our lives finally will be neatly fitted together like a completed jigsaw puzzle.  How restlessly we pace the aisles, damming the minutes for loitering, waiting, waiting, waiting for the station.

     However, sooner or later we must realize there is no one station, no one place to arrive at once and for all.  The true joy of life is the trip.  The station is only a dream.  It constantly out distances us.

     When we get to the station that will be it!” we cry.  Translated it means, “When I’m 18 that will be it!  When I buy a new 450 SL Mercedes-Benz, that will be it!  When I put the last kid through college that will be it!  When I have paid off the mortgage that will be it!  When I win a promotion that will be it!  When I reach the age of retirement that will be it!  I shall live happily ever after!”

     Unfortunately, once we get “it,” then “it” disappears.  The station somehow hides itself at the end of an endless track.

     “Relish the moment” is a good motto, especially when coupled with Psalm 118:24:

“This is the day which the Lord hath made, we will rejoice and be glad in it.”

It isn’t the burdens of today that drive men mad.  Rather, it is regret over yesterday or fear of tomorrow.  Regret and fear are twin thieves who would rob us of today.

     So, stop pacing the aisles and counting the miles.  Instead, climb more mountains, eat more ice cream, go barefoot more often, swim more rivers, watch more sunsets, laugh more and cry less.  Life must be lived as we go along.  The station will come soon enough.

(This is not my writing but was a piece given to me by a colleague during a busy time in school…it helped!)

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Full time, husband, father and grandfather.

3 thoughts on “The Station

  1. I absolutely love your blog Rog. Everything you post, even if not your own authored work, is beautiful & rich. I’ve had a particularly sad night with many tears shed. I get times like this every now & then as I allow fear to choke my heart & worry to ambush my thoughts. Not fears & thoughts of today but ones way ahead in the future – weeks, months & years ahead. Then God gently reminds me of the truth of Scripture – in this case it was through your latest blog entry. Instead of worrying whether Asa will walk or talk or attend mainstream school, I need to open my eyes right now & enjoy the day God has given me – “rejoice & be glad” … Because if I don’t, I will miss the part of the journey today. Thank you for starting this blog, I love it! Xx

  2. Thanks Lizz for a beautiful response. I am so glad it helped. Keep strong. You have a wonderful husband, family and church family who love and care for you deeply. Asa is precious and as he grows and we watch him develop and watch the way you and Schultz care for him, it will be an inspiration for us all.

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