Through the Fog

Earlier this week we had a lot of morning fog.  On the way to take the kiddos to school one morning, I noticed that it was so foggy that you couldn't see the steeple at their school.  Ordinarily you can see the cross from a ways down the road behind their school.  On this particular day, all you could see was the thick, dense fog.  I hadn't really given this any significant thought, just an observation.  That is, until this morning when we were once again on the way to school.  This morning was a beautiful clear morning with the sun shining and hitting the cross above at just the right angle.  The comparison of this in our own lives struck me. 

There are times in our lives when we can't see what's coming ahead of us.  We are in a fog and we don't know why things are happening and what to expect next.  Also during those times we sometimes can't see God in all of this.  Where is He?  Is He there?  He is there, isn't He?!  We feel sure He must be, but we see no sign of Him.  Those are lonely times, frustrating times as we feel we are groping through the dense fog, reaching for assurance that we will get through.  The beauty that comes from it is that even when we can't see Him, we discover that when the fog lifts, God is there as He has always been.  He never leaves us, never forsakes us, He is always in control.  That made my heart happy this morning, thinking about how God has proven Himself to me again and again.  He is always there, the steady hand on the wheel.

For the LORD your God is a merciful God; he will not abandon or destroy you or forget the covenant with your forefathers, which he confirmed to them by oath. ~ Deuteronomy 4:31