We live in an apartment building, in the back of the building is a wooded area, and then there are some train tracks. Late at night, when the train whistle blows, it sounds so very lonely. When my momma passed away last year, I would sit up late at night, missing her so very much. I can remember the sound of that train making me feel so all alone, as it chugged along, it was as if it were singing to me:she is never coming back, never coming back. You are now a motherless child, you are alone, alone, alone. My heart would ache with longing for my momma. Well, this coming Friday, it has been 17 months since my momma passed away. Do I still miss her? Of course I do, I always will. But, praise God for healing my broken heart. He never left my side throughout my entire grieving process. He taught me some very valuable lessons through the death of my dear momma. One being, that life is very fragile, and we should handle it with prayer. Now, late at night, when that midnight train comes chugging along, it is singing a new song to me. It is singing:Jesus loves me this I know, for the Bible tells me so. Yes, Jesus loves me, yes, Jesus loves me. Roll on along train, roll on along.