Fog Dense and Thick

This morning I woke and looked out the window to see what I could see. The world beyond was hidden from me.

The fog was dense. The fog was thick. The fog confined my sight to what was immediately before me.

All around me, surrounding me were things that I have bought, things that were given to me. Childhood memorabilia are in every room. Chosen articles for comfort and beauty rest beside items that are necessary for life and survival.

Books and books and more books are stacked and shelved here and yon. Some have pages that have yellowed with time. Some have pages that are marked with notes and tears.

Bibles of an array of translations and Bibles of paraphrase rest in convenient niches within reach at a moment’s notice. These too hold memories of childhood and the passage of time. The most recent is a large print, reminding me of my current position in time.

The list could go on and on, with details of what my home and my property store. But in the center of everything I find, I find me. This outer shell offers nothing to be praised, but I am created in the image of God HIMSELF and within me resides HIS Holy Spirit who teaches and guides and reveals the way of mercy, love and righteousness.

So on this last note I will end. The fog indeed was dense, thick and confining my sight. “Now I see”, said the blind man. For indeed I have been perfectly positioned to realize I have everything I need.

For the truth of the matter, as it always is when the fog is so dense and thick, is not that I have been confined nor that I am forced to accept a dangerous situation. I am being surrounded in protection and with provision for the sake of mercy, love and freedom.