Opening shades to the mysterious. One January morning.
Fog. Hiding details outside my window.
Fog. Resting in the woods. And midair.
After Christmas and into the first week of this New Year, I take time to think back. Trying to remember the ebb and flow of last year.
Fog
But the fog of forgetfulness hides details. So I scroll through calendar entries. Read journals.
Even surface perusals yield surprising lists from the past twelve months.
Places traveled. People encountered. Stories heard. Truth read and studied.
How quickly I lose sight of the work of Your hands in this ever-forward movement toward future.
Often caught up in tomorrow’s schedule. Next week’s plans. Project deadlines.
You know
But none of it is fog to You.
Not then. Not now. Not ever.
The One who is. Who was. And who is to come.
You know all the stories.
From beginning to end and ever after.
Our brief mist is no mystery to You, the Sovereign God who sees.
Rest
You are the One who moves. And works Your purpose.
Your plan.
So, one foggy morning, I look out the window. Rejoicing in the year that was. Looking ahead to what will be.
And I rest in mystery. Placing the unknown in Your hands, Father.
Sunrise
The sun rises.
Even thick fog cannot hide its glow.
And I remember.
“The path of the righteous is like the light of dawn,
That shines brighter and brighter until the full day.”
Proverbs 4:18
What about you?
Have you taken time to look back at the past year? What surprised you? Are you able to rest in the mystery ahead?
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4 replies on “Fog”
Rest in the mystery! A good recommendation! I chose “Thy Word is a Lamp unto my feet” for service yesterday and asked our group to look for God’s light on their path.
Thanks for sharing. And that Lamp…just enough light for the next step!
I’ve often thought about you through the years… and here you are. We attended church together in Springtown, TX. In fact, you and Todd were at our house one evening for dinner and he saved my daughter who was choking on a grape. Sound familiar?
My name is Rhonda Smith. (It used to be Geoghegan.)
Oh my goodness, yes, Rhonda! I remember that scary moment. I’ll have to tell Todd.