Well, I hesitated stepping off that stinking train. In my typical way (carry all 10 grocery bags on my arms and grab the t.p. in one trip inside… I CAN DO IT MYSELF) I stood on the steps and told Him no, I’d rather hang on to this baggage. Now, I’m exhausted. Huge dark circles under my eyes swollen face from tears…What was I thinking? I am not capable of carrying this baggage of worry alone. I wonder though, if God used my stubbornness to actually help me heal. Because I stood there too long the train took off again. So, I returned to my seat. Only this time, I allowed someone to sit next to me. I allowed someone to comfort me and tell me I don’t need to bear this alone. God used my inability to step off the train to allow my husband access to a part of me that I hold onto so tightly. In doing so, I am reminded that
on this journey of life and parenting I am blessed with a partner, a friend and a husband.
I pull the stop cord and my friend takes my hand and we carry our baggage to the exit.
He is still there… smiling. Knowing that His plan was brought to fruition, bringing the two to the exit. This time we step off together and hand our bags over.
Though one may be overpowered,
two can defend themselves.
A cord of three strands is not quickly broken.