The Train and the Tracks

There’s a moment in every healing journey when you realise the train is no longer tied to the station. The tethers of your past — shame, fear, and heartbreak — begin to loosen, and the whistle of heaven calls you forward.

Kevin’s word of knowledge to me at my Elijah House B-School graduation was such a moment. It painted a picture I can still see with my spirit's eye: railway tracks stretching across God-breathed landscapes. Mountains that once loomed with impossibility now echo with promise. Forests once dense with confusion now whisper clarity. The open plains and ocean sides… oh, how they speak of freedom.