Oftentimes, in the dark.
I could probably “do it in my sleep,” as they say.
But today, there was a dense fog. It slowed me down on the quiet country roads.
The gray haze hung heavy around me, camouflaging the landmarks which decidedly dot my drive.
I found myself second guessing…
Had I missed my turn?
Is this the right lane to be in?
It took me longer than usual. But I did arrive.
I had to focus more.
It’s odd how different my surroundings appeared, even though no real or tangible thing had changed.
Simply an altered state of my view… my perspective… my sense of clarity.
Trouble can do that.
It can drift in slowly, settling heavy on our heart.
It can appear when our mind awakes, reminding us of the yesterday problem that cried us to sleep.
And the everyday routines of life that we used to mindlessly navigate, become clouded.
How did I used to do this simple thing?
Why am I moving in slow motion?
Where do I turn?
The gray fog clouds each and every thought and movement. And my feet feel like weighted anchors pulling my heart downward with each step, tethered by a short cord.
There are the forks in the road. These are the days that can change us, sometimes eternally.
But fortunately, I have lived a long enough life to realize that what I DO know about fog, is that, being a mist, is not permanent.
It typically settles in low places.
And when the sun rises, the light will shine through and will burn it away.
Times of trouble are times to fix our focus.
Not on our feelings that fog our perspective and distract us from the reality of our surroundings.
We need to realize that this fog will lift.
We need to keep traveling and keep moving ahead.
So where do I fix my mind and heart so that I don’t get lost in my trouble then?
Where does my help come from?
I look up to the mountains–
does my help come from there?
My help comes from the Lord,
who made heaven and earth!
I have been this way before.
I have traveled this route for years, day after day.
I DO know the way,
But this time, I realize, more than ever, that others I know and love aren’t as sure of this faith. They seem more lost in this fog than I am. It is denser and heaver, encircling them… blinding them almost completely. They do not know the way.
So I will reach out.
I will reach out.
I will continually reach out, until they grasp my hand.
And I will lead and help light the way.
Your word is a lamp to guide my feet
and a light for my path.
What about you?
Have you ever felt this heavy fog surrounding every familiar part of your life?
Do you feel that way today?
Do NOT lose hope!
The fog will lift.
And there are others who have traveled this road.
Take the hand of the one that is being held out to you.
God uses people to reach into our lives to help us and to lead us.
If you’re not personally struggling, is there someone heavy on your heart that needs a hand?
Don’t listen to the voices that whisper they won’t take your help.
Be obedient to God’s call and reach.
He uses our hands to lift up others.
We are all are calling out to Him at some point.
“I will cry to God with my voice, even to God with my voice, and He will give ear andhearken to me. In the day of my trouble I seek (inquire of and desperately require) the Lord…”