I’m not sure where to start. So, I’ll just jump in with the
most interesting bit: I am in love. Totally, completely in love. And my love
story starts with a vision…about a train. Intrigued? Keep reading.
Here’s the thing. I’m not a vision person. And I certainly
don’t think I have the gift of prophecy. I mean, yeah, I get it…visions are a
thing. They’re Biblical. I’ve just never had one. So, when I had it…I thought I
was either dreaming or…having a mental breakdown.
I think it’s important to pause the story here and give you
a little context. Some of you may have noticed I haven’t blogged anything in
quite some time. Since right after my dad died, actually. I know, it sounds totally
cliché. But the truth is, slogging through grief is freaking hard…and the last
thing I wanted to do was expose my grief to the world wide web. People say
really good-intentioned, yet stupid things to grieving people. And I didn’t
want to open myself up to more spiritual platitudes about my Dad being in a
better place. So, instead, I sought professional help. I needed a transactional
relationship…someone who was under no obligation to try to make me feel better.
So, for the last year and a half, I’ve been faithfully spilling my guts to a
licensed counselor. As these things go, the grief counseling eventually turned
into deconstructing 40 years of life down in this twisted, broken world. Heh. I
found that I had a lot to talk about.
For over a year, I’ve been feeling things that I had never
allowed myself to feel. Like the crippling fear of dying alone. Like the acute pain
of loneliness. Like the fear that I’m “too much” for people to handle. Like the
shame of living life in this body. Week after week, month after month, I’ve
been digging around in a cesspool of untouched emotion. And yet, I still felt
like I hadn’t broken through to THE thing…THE important thing. I mean, even
after all this good, eternal heart talk…I still wasn’t talking to God.
And then I was lying awake in bed one day…and I had a
vision:
It’s nighttime. I’m standing on a railroad
track. I can’t see anything but a single pin drop of light directly in front of
me. The sound of a train…rails shrieking as metal scrapes against metal. The
pin drop is getting bigger. The train is coming closer. At this point, I’m not
really afraid…I know I have plenty of time to get off the tracks. Until I hear
a voice. A man’s voice. He says simply, “don’t move.” Now at this point, I’m
aware that the voice is from God. I’m also aware that I now have a choice to
make. Obey God…or get off the tracks. That’s when the fear hits me. And that
damn train is getting closer. I heard the voice again, this time it’s right in
my ear…like He’s standing behind me. He says again, “don’t move.” The train
gets louder…I can hear it. But I don’t move. All the sudden, it’s upon me. I
close my eyes, waiting for impact. But it doesn’t hit me…it goes through me. In
the vision, I can FEEL it passing through me. I can hear people in the cars,
laughing, talking, yelling. I can hear the clinking of glasses and dishes as
the dining car passes through me. It didn’t hurt so much as overwhelm me…like
the pressure of a train was going to break me into a million pieces. I remember
thinking the train would be stuck in me forever and that I would be tortured
for eternity. Until…all of the sudden…it was over. The last car passed through
me…and once again I was standing alone on the tracks. I can hear the train behind
me getting further and further away. And standing on the tracks is a man. I can’t
see His face. I have no idea who he is. I only know that I feel a bone-deep
peace…and my life has somehow been altered by that train.
It took me awhile to tell anyone about that damn train. But
then, I had it again. A shorter version, but the message was the same. I had to
let a train pass through me. I can’t express how annoyed I was by this vision. As
a classic overachiever, I HATE not knowing the answer to things…and this felt
like a big ‘ol mystery that I was too tired to solve.
But a week or so later, I got up the nerve to tell my
counselor. He asked me a somewhat typical counselor question, “How do you FEEL
about this vision?” Well, I have two feelings…how long is this effing train
going to pass through me and who the HELL is the man? He asked me who I hoped
the man was. I remember saying, “This is probably wrong to say…and I feel a bit
sacrilegious for saying it, but I really hope the man isn’t Jesus. I hope this
isn’t just a big spiritual lesson that ends up with Jesus being the only man I
end up with. I mean, to be honest, I hope the mystery man is my future husband.”
Something I haven’t mentioned yet. The picture of a train is
actually pretty significant to me. You see, my childhood nickname was “Locomotive.”
It was a nickname I hated with every fiber of my being. It comes with extensive
levels of shame. And it’s why I developed a deep, deep fear of being “too much”
for people. If you want to read about it…I blogged about it once
HERE.
So, the train was never in question. I knew what the train
represented. I had to let my deepest fears pass through me. I had to stop
stepping off the train tracks to avoid the pain. I had to stand still while the
fear and shame overwhelmed me.
In the weeks that followed, I had opportunity after
opportunity to stand on the tracks. Wave after wave of events tested my
fortitude. More crippling sickness on a European trip of a life time (for the
first instance, read
HERE). In and out of the doctor’s office for weeks battling
acute bronchitis. Laying in a hospital bed with the SAME heart symptoms that
eventually killed my dad. Watching another parent being wheeled to surgery through
those horrible double doors. And more lessons…too personal to share here.
Lessons that forced me to reckon with my deepest fears. Fears around being
alone. Fears around being broken. Fears around dying. All of them just came
crashing in on me in a matter of weeks.
I guess, in a way, the vision itself was a great mercy. It
allowed me to find purpose in my misery. The pain wasn’t intended to break me…it
was intended to make me stronger. To lead me to peace. So, I stayed on the tracks.
And I chose to respond differently to the pain. I chose to talk about it. I
chose to ask for help over and over again. I chose to allow myself to rest. I
chose to open my eyes and observe the fear rather than clench my eyes closed
until it was over. And the darnest thing happened…I saw God’s mercy EVERYWHERE.
He was with me the whole time…standing right next to me on the tracks.
Enter Wednesday, July 19, 2017. Just an average workday.
Nothing that morning indicated that I was about to realize my greatest desire.
I was about to find out who the man on the tracks was. There I was, just making
my morning commute. Thinking about the day ahead of me. Worship music playing
in the background. I can tell you exactly what part of the road it happened. It
started with goosebumps. Then the hair on my head started to tingle. Then I was
filled with the most blissful warmth…it filled every fiber of my body. I was on
the tracks again. The train had just passed through me and there was light
everywhere. I saw him standing on the tracks. It was Jesus. He was waiting for
me.
I didn’t feel disappointed. I felt complete and utter
RELIEF. Of course it was Jesus…of course! He’s literally the only man that can
fill my heart with such peace. In that moment, just driving to work on a random
Wednesday…I knew Jesus was the only man who could destroy the loneliness.
Later that day I had a counseling appointment scheduled.
Which I now know was a Divine appointment. Brian, my counselor, was the first
to hear the news. Which is fitting, as he is the one who helped me stay on the tracks.
One of his first questions was, “how did you feel about Jesus being the man on
the tracks.” I started to cry with pure
joy. “I feel precious. Like I’m part of one of the greatest love stories ever
told. My pronoun has changed from singular…to plural. My “I” has become a “we!”
We celebrated in that little counseling room that day. We
both felt like we were on Holy Ground. The God of the Universe wooed me back to
His side with the very fear and pain that I thought would destroy me. He could
have removed the fear, the loneliness, the pain at any time. Instead…He used
it to reintroduce me to the Lover of my Soul and set me free. I'm the heroine in an epic love story.
And that’s a story I couldn’t keep to myself.
P.S. God and I are talking again. 💗
