To all my Sunday school senior kids.

Love, Mrs. Hofmann

We see ourselves on a long train journey. Through the windows we drink
in the passing  scene of cars on near-by highways, of children waving
at us from a crossing, or cattle grazing on a hillside, or smoke
pouring from a power plant, of row upon row of maize and wheat, of
mountains and valleys, of city skylines and village huts.

But uppermost in our minds is our destination.  On a certain day at a
certain hour we will pull into a station.  Then wonderful dreams will
come true, and the pieces of our lives will fit together like a jigsaw
puzzle.  How restlessly we pace the aisles, damning the loitering
minutes - waiting, waiting. 

"When I reach the station, that will be it." We tell ourselves.

"When I'm 25."  "When I buy a house." "When I get married."  "When I
pay off the bank loan."   "When I retire, I shall live happily ever
after!"

Sooner or later we realize that there is no station, no place to arrive
at once and for all. The true joy of life is the trip. The station is
only a dream that constantly outdistances us.

Relish the moment.  Stop pacing the aisles and measuring the distance.

Live life as you go along........... In God's way.