Fog

Like a gossamer veil over trees and lawns. It's enchanting to look at and scary to drive through, not knowing exactly what's ahead.

This morning I awoke to fog and as I peer through it's sheer wonder I consider its properties. It's a moving vapor, a moist air mass that has cooled to dew point that forms in a layer near the ground. It reduces visibility and softens the appearance of objects. It can be very thin or heavy enough to cause dangerous situations.

Fog is still beautiful, though, in so many ways. One of my good husband's paintings by Thomas Kinkade is Creekside Trail which happens to be my favorite piece of art in our "vanity room" (the room that is easiest to bring into order). It looks like many of the trails our family has hiked in the nearby Cascade mountains. You can see a twist here, a rise there, and rugged spots in between. And there is fog. Lovely beguiling fog that entices the outdoorsman to travel further up ahead. Just barely revealing the scenery to come, fog lures us to go places that, had we known how far we would really go, we might have never made the attempt to reach.

Lord, I thank You for this wonderful surprise and adventure today that You have planned for me. I may not see clearly what is in store but I ask that Your blessed grace would be like a fog, only allowing me to see the outlines and forms of things to come, or I might never have the courage to move forward. Help me in these times to simply trust You and allow Your strong steady hand to guide me along. Because You are the bright lamp unto my feet and light unto my path.

Glory