When I hear the train from the distance it reminds me that it has been 17 years that we have been here in the USA. It seems like it was just yesterday. Our first Texas summer, Volleyball at Whiterock with Ferdie and the gang, the sleepy drive to Criswell with Uncle Luis and Tim, riding at the back of Ate Mitz's yellow Nissan with Sandi Patty, Amy Grant or Whitney Houston blaring in the second hand stereo after classes , Ate Fae's field trips, baby sitting for the DTS couple.
I praise God that when I hear the sound of the train from the distance, all I am flooded with are wonderful memories. When I look at the big picture even the blotches of difficulties find their beautiful place in God's masterful work. Thank You, Lord. I can't wait to see all that You will do from here on.
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