When You Don't Hear the Train

~~As I lay awake in the late hours of the night, thoughts of the day racing through my mind, I hear the train.
First quietly, and then loud. Roaring.
It blares its horn all the way through town, breaking the stillness of the night.
And since our home is only a few blocks from the tracks it is a sound I have come to know.
In fact I know it so well that most of the time I don't even hear it.
~~Trains come through our small town with a surprising frequency at all hours of day and night
and yet I don't notice them. I have become immune to the sound. It has become ordinary.

~~Our loving Creator displays His love for us in numberless ways day after day.
In the little gifts that we take for granted.

*The morning songs of birds in the trees.

*Brave spring flowers, poking their heads above ground.

*The smile of a stranger.

~Time after time in the clear Oklahoma evening sky God trumpets His love loud in beautiful watercolor sunsets.
The message could not be more clear.

"I love you my Child!"

~~But I have seen these sunsets before
and I am busy with my life,
my plans,
my duties.

~~As the sound of the train grew dim  I am left once again with only the quiet click, click, click of the clock in the kitchen.
Stillness.
~~I must learn to find stillness for my heart in these busy days of mothering and life
and I can do it with thankfulness.

When I take the time to truly see and count the blessings I find stillness.
The blessings are there.
Everywhere.
And they are anything but ordinary.