Today may not be my day. I feel like a locomotive has barreled into me as of late. Simply, the path I was on, I’ve learned is not without train wrecks. It feels surprising that this is so, because following the tracks seemed so safe.
And what I’ve learned in falling down is that way off in the distance is still that great hope I am moving toward, following the sure path. And in this time, so walloped by life, what hit me has only accelerated my drive toward that hope. The hope itself is what fuels me to keep going.
I do not mean for someone to go out and get hit by a train. But what I mean is that in some parts of a day, the world can be very cruel. It is our duty, our courage, our heart to get up again, to prove we are stronger than the locomotive that aims to derail us.
Keep going. For the people who love you and me, let’s keep going. Let’s use this day to accelerate our good dreams. In simply moving forward, our hopes and dreams move with us toward a new, everlasting day.
A Brave New Heaven 