fog

I remember as a child one morning looking out the window and not being able to see anything but a white cloud.

It was a thick fog.

I quickly talked one of my siblings into following me outside.

I told them, "Stay here. I'm gonna run down to the field."

I ran a little way then turned and yelled, "Can you see me?"

"A little bit," was the response.

So, I ran farther. "How about now?"

"No! Weird!...I can hear you, but I can't see you."

Another experience with fog happened one winter while skiing in the U.P. of Michigan. It had been raining. When the dew point and the temperature are the same fog forms. We arrived that morning to the park and discovered the whole area was covered in a dense fog. We decide that we would ski anyway. It was insane! I felt so afraid, because I couldn't see what was in front of me. I stiffened with fear and my technique suffered. A possible disaster was waiting to happen.

I prayed the whole way and thankfully made it down the run without crashing into another skier.

Have you ever experienced a time in your life where you felt you were living in a sort of a fog?

A situation that tends to muddle your thinking and cloud reality?

What I discovered while being in a 'fog' myself is that God still heard my cries for help and answered my prayers. Even though my logic was muddled and I lacked the discernment that I once had. During that time God in His grace would bless me with a glimpse of reality, but soon the fog would close in and my thinking once again became skewed.

God heard my pleas for help. He knew that I wasn't able to find my way out of the fog alone.

He rescued me. My Father reached down, took my hand and pulled me to safety.

I found myself in the presence of His wonderful healing light.

It burned away my clouded thinking as the heat of the sun burns away fog.