Pregnant Girl On The Train: A Story of Missed Opportunities

I’ll never forget her. She looked to be about 18 years old and was sitting alone on the train. She looked down with tears trickling down her flushed face. She was maybe 7 or 8 months pregnant too. I was sitting right across from her trying really hard not to stare. That’s when I felt it. I felt God tell me to tell her that He loves her and she’s not alone. Perhaps the exact words she needed to hear. 

The doors opened and shut again after we made another stop. My heart started racing and I began to tremble at the thought of saying those words. Why was I so afraid? They weren’t harsh words. But what if she needs more than just words? What if she needed a place to stay? Some food? Some guidance?

I’ll never know because I chose to walk right past her when we arrived at my stop.

I still think about her ‘till this day and sometimes with deep regret. I told the Lord however that if He ever pressed upon me to do something or say something to someone, no matter how insignificant or small it may seem to me, I would say it. I sometimes fail at it and some days I feel brave. 

The good thing is He still chooses to trust me with His words. He still gives me chances to speak to his children even when I don’t listen the first time. His mercy is great like that. 

Maybe you have felt this before. Felt God press upon your heart to say or do something and you chose not to. It’s never too late to try again. His mercies are new everyday.