A morning fog appeared as the sun peeked over the horizon, soft brushstrokes of pinks and yellows across the sky. Water droplets suspended in midair obscuring images beyond my grasp; a clear reflection of my soul after a night of troubled sleep. Warm water pelted my skin washing the sleep from my eyes, yet I was unable to produce a coherent thought in prayer, let alone verbalization. Perhaps not the time to ask or knock, but simply to listen and wait for doors to open, as God sees fit.
In the same way, the Spirit helps us in our weakness. We do not know what we ought to pray for, but the Spirit himself intercedes for us through wordless groans. And he who searches our hearts knows the mind of the Spirit, because the Spirit intercedes for God’s people in accordance with the will of God. Romans 8:26-27 – NIV
Verse for the day echoed as I ventured outside. The fog was like that of a heavy snowfall in the mountains, an insulated silence, only broken by a dog’s bark in the distance. Proceeding ahead, the road before me was obscured by a mass of gray with only glass beads infused in highway paint to point the way. Headlights, white lines and red dots in the distance kept me somewhat centered; however, slower speeds and caution were key.
As synapses began to fire, thoughts raced from lane to lane like sport cars whipping in and around as if the fog was no more than spittle on their windshields. There is value in patience and a few extra minutes are better spent in the presence of God than in the rush of buying and selling, trading life for another shiny penny. I may not fully comprehend the wisdom in minor delays, but my heart relishes the calm.
Now we see things imperfectly, like puzzling reflections in a mirror, but then we will see everything with perfect clarity. All that I know now is partial and incomplete, but then I will know everything completely, just as God now knows me completely. 1 Corinthians 13:12 – NLT
Long stretches of painted lines, placed long before I needed them, laid a path, with God’s gracious light reflecting, drawing me out of the fog back to the straight and narrow.
God knows me completely.
Loved the Fog.