The Tracks

 

 While camping up in the mountains this summer,

 we came across these old abandoned tracks

This had to have been a booming mining camp during that era.

 

 

But, as we were taking pictures and at awe of the view,

I thought where did these tracks go?

What did it lead to?

The thoughts and visions came swirling to my mind,

 

How hard it must have been to the miners to

dig up the gold or coal or silver

haul it down to the train cars

and then watch it make it down the steep mountains?

 

All that work to get a little ahead

and then watch it go.

 

How satisfying and sad all at the same time.

 

But, as you can see here, the tracks had stopped. 

 Below these tracks it was a very steep hill.

Not something I would have wanted to do on a good day,

 if you know what I mean?!

 

What mysteries we having lying within our mountains.

  The stories, the heritage, the legacy these people left behind.  It's so fascinating to me,

I always loved History and what lies within the pages of the books.

This really happened, amazing!

 

Were these miners lead to mine in the wilderness?

Did God give them the vision?

Did they hold on to their Faith?

 

I really wish I could have seen where the tracks lead to.

 

There's a lesson to learn from all of this,

 

I don't want my tracks to run out,

I want them to continue on through this life

and I want God to lead me there!

 

He is my "tracks" and I am the "train".

 

Even is the midst of a history lesson, God is always there with a plan and a vision!

 

Have a wonderful day!

 

Blessings,