Finding God in the Fog
Walking outside of our hous
e this morning, my wife and I were engulfed in fog. The whole neighborhood was. The sun filtered through the haze like a Chinese lantern, and the humidity choked us.
The day was looking to be disgusting and sweltering.
We got into our car and began our drive to work. It’s a long drive along the highway that passes over a lake. A very beautiful drive when you can see it. Today was not the day. Today, all that could be seen was white, and the immediate area around us.
I can only see a very short distance in front of me. The sun is in the sky because I can see some stuff, and I see it’s effect on the world around me, but I can’t see the sun. I can’t deny that it’s there though.
No matter how much fog, I can always tell that it’s daylight. The drive may be more dangerous with the fog, but I can’t control that. I just have to keep driving on the path that I know.
And occasionally, you can see the outline of the sun, it’s dim, but it’s still there.
And if I know all of that, how can I possibly deny God in times of trial. When the fog of my life (busyness, heartache, annoyances) seems to crowd around me and it seems like it’s all I can see, it really isn’t. I still can’t really deny God’s existence. I can still see Him shining through the little things and the big things.
Even if it’s dim, I can’t deny He’s there.
