Turkey, Guns, & A Big Ole' Train

For the past few days I've been spending the thanksgiving holidays with a much beloved family, the Finkenaurs, in LaGrange, TN. With my tummy full of turkey from the day before, I woke up ready for the expected adventure I'd been hearing about for months! Today was the day I would get to shoot guns of all sizes at "Mr. Phil's" place. It sure was a lot of fun! I got to shoot a pistol for the first time and it was AWESOME. And while shooting guns was a lot of fun, it was actually the ride there that REALLY impacted me today. So, Mr. Phil lives "way back yonder in the woods." (Ya know what I mean?) You have to cross some railroad tracks and everything! We got stopped by the train and had to wait until it passed. Boom! Then it hit me...a God moment. As I sat in the back seat of the car, uncharacteristically of myself not saying anything, I watched this HUGE train roll by. We were soooo close to it! It was so loud, and I felt afraid! If anything were to fall off that train, we'd be crushed like pancakes. I felt very much not in control. Nothing could stop that power engine. It was so big and I was so small. Then I thought about the fear of God. I wondered to myself, "Do I fear God as much as I'm fearing this train right now? Do I remind myself of how HUGE my God is and how nothing can stop His good and perfect will? Do I stand in awe of how powerful He is?" It was a good reminder for me to not look at God as someone small, but as something much, much bigger than myself AND that freight train.