Forrest Gump was right, life is like a box of chocolates. You never know what you’re going to get. My mind rewinds over the events of the past three days. Our oldest son had an emergency appendectomy and is doing well, our daughter calls needing help with the number for the Auto Club because she has a flat tire and is stuck somewhere north of Atlanta, a dear college friend and my wife’s former bridesmaid drops by with her family for the first visit in 27 years, and I celebrate the birthday of an inspiring 86 year friend that has more energy than I do.
I am so glad that life is a varied and scenic train ride. I use the example of a train because it seems most fitting in describing my life. As a Pastor I ride the gospel train for I make many stops. Each month around payday I see a light at the end of the tunnel, sometimes my life clicks right along, while at other times my ‘train’ seems to come off it’s wheels and derail.
Despite the obstacles I face every day, I rejoice in this one point. I have yet to see the Conductor come back and punch my ticket! I know that this is a part of the journey I have the patience to wait for.