Through the Fog
Another foggy morning.
Driving to a Conference clergy event in Springfield, which from here means two lane highways and lots of hills.
Go a little slower.
Headlights on.
Sounds like times in my life that have had nothing to do with the driving or the weather, but everything to do with limited visibility due to fog.
Some of the fog comes from misunderstanding, or not paying attention, or being distracted.
Slowing down and noticing what all’s going on helps.
God’s Word is like a great set of Fog Lights, helping us see how to get safely to our destination (Psalm 119:115).
Would love to hear an example of how that’s been true for you. Feel free to leave a comment.
See you back here soon.
joescheets 
I have been in one of those fog riddled areas of my life for several months, then I broke my leg. The visiting nurse (happened to be from my church) told me the Fribro Fog (from my Fibromyalgia) and the Depressive Fog (from my Severe Major Depresion, recurrent) ten to complicate that other fog. She was the intake nurse and I didn’t get to keep her, but it was good to have someone I have had classes, etc with to help me navigate. (The broken leg was complicated by the freezing of my replacement knee following eight weeks in an immobilizer. Still building the muscle in the lower leg and walking with a cane.) The fogs are slowly clearing. Like the song says, “I won’t let go of the unseen hand…”
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Grateful for fog lights and the facts that the fog does lift and does get burnt off.
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