Through the Fog

On the train to go visit my precious goddaughter for her birthday I looked out the window early in the morning and noticed how foggy it was as we went across a bridge. It was so thick you could scarecely see anything and I smiled, thinking what a strange kind of beauty there was in the sight. It was eerie and made me shiver, glad for the warmth of the train but it was still beautiful. But then a thought began to form of how that fog is so much like our lives.

So often we are going through some difficulty in our lives and we wonder "where is God" we can't see Him through the fog of our own pain. We can't see His hand at work or His plan beginning to form because we can't see beyond our own circumstances. But as the train continued down the tracks the fog began to lift and slowly the view became more clear. Aren't our lives the same?

God will bring us through the fog, maybe it's taking longer then we hoped, maybe it seems like the fog is getting worse and not better but the fog had not blinded the Lord, we simply need to keep reaching out for His hand and trust Him to guide us through it.