She glanced out the train car window, her gaze lingering as she focused in on her reflection. The water droplets arranged on the window illuminated her messy hair and baggy clothes. She blinked away the tears that were on the verge of escaping their prison.
She let out a short gasp, allowing herself to breathe. How would she make it from now on? She was unsure. Her fathers death came as a surprise to herself, as well as everyone else she knew. The car came out of no where. Memories began to swirl around in her head, vivid images coming to the forefront of her thoughts. She wished she could slap the thoughts and images out of her head, a task which at the moment, seemed impossible. She grasped within herself to focus on something happy, something good. But her mind was only full of aggravating thoughts of desperation and agony.
The squealing breaks on the train rang throughout the train station, echoing down the tracks left in our past. As the rain pours from the open heavens, she stepped out of the train keeping her head low as to not attract anyones attention. Her greatest desire at this point is to not have to talk to anyone else for the rest of the day. She just wants to get to her apartment, and fall into the loving embrace of her bed.
The walk home was exhausting. The emotional journey she had been on the past few days had left her emotionally and physically depleted. She felt utterly alone, and it felt horrible. When she finally walked through the doorway to her apartment, the tears escaped through her eyelids. She kicked the door shut and dumped all of her bags on the ground as she fell to her knees weeping. Her father would never come into her house again. He would never see her marry, or his grandchildren. How could her wonderful life have flipped upside down during the night. The tables turned when she had least expected it.
Maybe it was not as dramatic as this. But maybe you have lost someone you loved, you broke up with someone, someone went to the hospital, you got very sick, or a tragedy has happened. Through all of this, you can be certain of one thing. God is there. The pain of it all is present. Being a Christian does not mean that you are no longer living in pain. It does not mean that you no longer feel. It does not mean that you are no longer devastated (over the election, or otherwise).
What it does mean is that you can see hope, because you have a great God. You no longer have to worry about your future. Put your hope in Christ. Remember who has saved you and brought you out of the dark, into his marvelous light. No matter where you are, he is there. He has a plan for you as cliche as that sounds. Don’t stay in the tomb! He has raised you from the dead, now go live like it!
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Have a beautiful day! Emma Grace ❤