A Divine Appointment: The Train Ride
I was looking forward to the long train ride home after an exhausting weekend of speaking and challenging the hearts of women, engaging and ministering amongst them. Knowing the effects of such weekends, months earlier I’d booked a train ticket with a seat by the window so that I could mindlessly stare into space and eventually close my eyes to the lulling clickety-clack of the train on its track. But upon boarding, I discovered someone else sitting in my seat. I came to find out that due to overbooking, nobody was in their designated seat. Fortunately, there was another one available nearby that remained unoccupied. While it was not my desired window seat, I politely asked the woman seated there if she’d mind if I joined her. “Of course not.” She smiled back. “I’m not in the right seat either.” As I made myself comfortable, she asked, “Do you have any exciting plans in Toronto?” (our destination). I replied, “I hope not! The only excitement will be not having enough time to catch my connecting train headed home to Ottawa.” To be polite, I asked, “How about you?” She then went on to tell me that she was on her way to participate in a radio interview on addiction. Picking up on the sensitive topic at hand, but recognizing a
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