Sheila Dougal

I heard the rumble and shout of a train hastening down the tracks alongside US 60 on my way to work this morning. The train announcing he’s coming through. Make way. Watch out. He’s not stopping.

2022 has been a train barreling down the tracks for me. My baby boys have become men and the empty nest has moved into my world, full steam ahead, whether I’m ready or not.

I told God the other day, “I wasn’t prepared for this! I didn’t pray about this! I don’t know what to do with this!”

Life is passing me by, horns honking, like traffic, while I sit at the light that turned green awhile back.

The good news is, I’m paying attention. God’s got my ears tuned like an owl to the sonar pulse answering his, “Whoo, whoo.” And he’s got my tears- a window display of colored glass bottles full of salty prayers.

The train of time chugs away, and I keep praying, waiting, watching, listening.