Our car was again in an accident this Christmas. Yes, every Christmas since we bought it, someone (or something thanks QLD kangaroo) has damaged it enough that 'Silver' has needed a couple of panels resprayed. In previous years, we haven't had too much difficulty coping without the car for a couple of days because the repairs have been carried out over the holiday period. This year's repairs proved a little trickier. Allan is working further away, the girls had returned to school, and I have returned to work. I had no choice but to put my trust in Connex.
It's been 12 years, since I have relied on public transport. When home in Melbourne, the Met ferried me to work and back each day, and a weekly VLine trip would take me out to Morwell to Uni. It was reliable and efficient.
It isn't the same anymore!
But what hasn't changed is God. He was still in the train with me, talking, listening and protecting. God separated me from the rush of peak hour commuting and we communed alone. While I was wrestling with the mental whiplash of the day, He brought words of peace, reassurement and confirmation.
It seems sometimes the quietest part of the day, can sometimes come at the loudest!
Invite God to be with you in the journey. It might surprise you to find He's already in the seat next to you waiting.
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mine's been updated more recently than yours... and that's saying something! Are you guys getting Skype any time soon?
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