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Journey to the End

 

A short inspirational story



Maisie knew that there  wasn't much time, both literally and figuratively, as she jogged the last stretch towards the soon to depart train. At least a nearly missed train was of little import compared to the state that the world was in.

Maisie sank gratefully onto the nearest seat and allowed herself to relax. All around the train, workers and students were sitting slumped before their phones, or tablets in some cases. Maisie waited a little before taking her own device out of her  jacket pocket.  She bowed her head slightly and as was her habit, she prayed silently for her fellow travellers:  a teenage boy, whose long  legs stuck out  into the passageway, an older woman seemingly lost in a world of bright jewels on her screen, a man, probably in his thirties, his face sombre as he scrolled through what was probably the news. And many more. The compartment was full as usual: a swaying, clicking, clacking capsule of humanity.

So many people, all journeying on to the end. She sighed inwardly as she opened the Bible app on her phone.  Jesus' instructions to take the Good News to the world rang out above the clatter of the train's wheels. 

What do You want me to do Lord? Maisie looked around at her fellow travellers once more. Each one of them was noticed and loved by God. How could she not do something? It felt awkward, but she knew what she had to do. Maisie rumaged in the side pocket of her backpack, and quickly found what she was looking for. Then turning to the young man at her side, she asked, "Have you had one of these yet?"

He shook his head and accepted the small booklet from Maisie. She gave him a smile, then said a quick prayer before offering another to the woman beside her. I'm going to need more, Lord.  Many more, on this journey towards the end...



You need to be born again:)


Love and prayers,

Alison🙏💖🤗


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