No other place feels quite like this.
Morning time in the country where I was raised…
I rise early for quiet time and writing and to take a walk in the familiar fields and woods down by the creek. The perfect start to an imperfect day of living.
Yesterday morning was foggy.
Just like my life?
Fog surrounds me.
Fog makes it hard to see.
Faith is like radar that sees through the fog. ~Corrie Ten Boom
Does fog makes it easier to listen?
Leaves crunching under my feet.
Birds singing their morning song.
One owl screeches while another one hoots.
Each one, along with me, hopes for visible sun’s rays?
And do I desperately squint to peer through this misty fog?
Am I relying too much upon sight?
“When I see it, I’ll believe it?”
I cannot see my path clearly. Sometimes I think I can and other times I am at a loss for which way it turns.
Fog covers the path.
And the world continues to spin.
And people live their lives.
Faith is certain of what we do not see.
And in trying to see through this fog, do I hear Him?
My Fog horn.
My Sound of the bell on the buoy.
If only I will still and listen.
“… if you hear his voice, do not harden your hearts …” Hebrews 3:7-8
And in the stillness of this foggy morning, peace fills me.
Because the closer I get – the better I can listen and the better I can truly see.
Will the fog rise?
Or will it remain my close friend for life?
“My grace is sufficient for you.”
And finding it in God soaked clouds?
There is Hope is in the fog.
Listen for it.
And I will continue to listen for it and find joy in this life without Zack…A Moment at a Time.