When I was ready for my return trip last week I had some extra time at my disposal. Because I didn’t need to rush, I decided to veer from the well-traveled highway and offroad my way home for the last leg of my trip.
It was the best decision I made that day. I saw the most unusual sights (the humble treehouse above) and enjoyed a view of the mountains and early budding trees.
Country stores dotted the highway, little towns with odd names appeared every 20 miles or so. The view of farms and pastures filled me with an unexplainable peace I’d never experience barreling down the freeway.
I soon found myself racing with a freight train on the outskirts of one of the little towns. We weren’t exactly ‘racing’, but traveling parallel to each other. My speed was a bit ahead of his but I eventually was side by side with the engineer.
I suddenly had the urge to honk my horn wildly and wave. So silly, I thought. That’s what children do….He probably doesn’t even see me. He’s managing that amazingly huge train, tons of cargo to manage and trying to get it safely to its destination. He’s got a big job. How can he see me?
Then I passed him and viewed the engine car in my peripheral vision.
All of a sudden, ‘wooooo, woooo….woooo, woooo.’ The train whistle blew loud and clear.
He answered me back! He saw me.
For an also unexplainable reason, I began to tear up. It was the smallest thing, and yet the most touching…..he saw me!
Lady in the red car along the backroad through the small town on her way home on a Sunday. Me?
The reason it was so powerful was the simple fact he saw me. And he said, ‘hello.’
I thought about my Father God in Heaven, and how touched I am when I know He hears me. How utterly overjoyed I am when He calls my name, when He notices me.
With all those cars and all those drivers on all those freeways in this great big world.
No matter where I am, God sees and hears me.
And He answers back.