Seeing through the fog
I left the Prayer Room tonight and noticed that a very thick fog was rolling in. I love to look at fog. There is a mystery about it. It comes and covers the sky like a blanket. It brings with it cool, crisp and fresh air. Have you ever smelled fog? It smells like rain. Refreshing, new and nourishing.
Fog can be so thick at times that it’s hard to see what is on the other side. And it got me to thinking that this is often how my life is. There are days when I can barely see two feet in front of me. There are times when I step out of the warmth of God’s embrace and into the coolness of the unknown. Oh, He’s still there, but here, in this place, out of my comfort zone, the air is different. It’s thicker, colder and I become unsure, and hesitate to step.
This thick blanket of fog today reminded me that sometimes I have to look harder to see. There are good things for me just on the other side. I can’t always see what’s around the bend, but I must continue to push through the fog until my eyes can fully see, fully embrace what awaits me. And here in this place of the unseen, where it’s uncomfortable and I want to hesitate to step forward, in faith I choose to take His hand and trust that He is right here with me and will bring me through to the other side.
Now faith is being sure of what we hope for and certain of what we do not see. (Hebrews 11:11)
I am linking up with Emily at Chatting at the Sky for Tuesday’s Unwrapped. Will you join me?
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