The key to your Connection

Being connected means being on the train.  We don't control each twist and turn the train will take.  As soon as we stepped on board the train, we gave up control.

Being connected means to step on the train and accepting where life takes you.  God is your engineer.  We learn to accept what comes our way - it is meant to be.  The Engineer is in control and we find peace in being on His train.

Being Connected also means accepting everyone that comes into your life.  Others are getting on and off the train as it makes its many stops along the way.  We accept each passenger as someone intended to be in our lives.  It will be easier to accept some than others, but they are all intended and we must accept them, and know they are in our lives for a reason.

Some will be close friends and confidants.  Some will appear as enemies and may be difficult for us.  But they are all present for a reason.

As the train twists and winds through hills and valleys, we will face difficulties and may not understand why the train is going where it is going.  But being Connected means accepting it all and finding the meaning of it eventually.

Life is like a mountain railroad, with an engineer that’s brave;
We must make the run successful, from the cradle to the grave;
Watch the curves, the fills, the tunnels; never falter, never quail;
Keep your hand upon the throttle, and your eye upon the rail.
 

You will roll up grades of trial; you will cross the bridge of strife;
See that Christ is your Conductor on this lightning train of life;
Always mindful of obstruction, do your duty, never fail;
Keep your hand upon the throttle, and your eye upon the rail.
 

You will often find obstructions; look for storms of wind and rain;
On a fill, or curve, or trestle, they will almost ditch your train;
Put your trust alone in Jesus; never falter, never fail;
Keep your hand upon the throttle, and your eye upon the rail.
 

As you roll across the trestle, spanning Jordan’s swelling tide,
You behold the Union Depot into which your train will glide;
There you’ll meet the Superintendent, God the Father, God the Son,
With the hearty, joyous, plaudit, “Weary pilgrim, welcome home!”
 

Bless'd Savior, Thou wilt guide us,
Till we reach that blissful shore;
Where the angels wait to join us
In Thy praise forevermore.