This week I shared how this song has so deeply impacted my own family through loss. Coincidently, 2 days later, a friend asked if I could make this sign for a local family who will be saying goodbye to their 13yr old daughter tomorrow. She fought a strong & courageous battle against cancer, & is now at rest & whole, beholding her Savior. I pray with all of my heart that this little sign brings even the smallest bit of comfort to them, & that by grace alone, their hearts would be able to holdfast to God's promises & proclaim these words. We may not ever understand the "why's" of hard things this side of Heaven, but we know we can trust Him. #katestrong
The view while waiting on the train yesterday in our tiny town that was once a hub of agricultural commerce. The train that edges its way through here only goes south. It took me a few years to notice this, countless minutes spent watching the railcars pass by. I don't know if the trains on this line have always only traveled in one direction, but I have my doubts.
Long before I was born, this town had another rail line, one that bisected the area east to west. This east-west line has been gone so long that the landscape has all but forgotten it in most spots. You have to know where to look and what to look for, and even then it's now always evident. A power line right-of-way carries the memory of the long-gone line; powerlines were strung up across some of the areas where the old rail line was pulled up. Can you even imagine the labor involved in such a task as removing miles of rail line! This little town, once a place to meet up for the local farmers and their families, is a memory of what it once was, and I have a feeling that losing that line played a role in that.