The Fog...

The other morning, as I drove to work, the highway was consumed by fog. I could barely see in front of me, and couldn't see behind. In my field of vision, was only the small stretch of road I was driving. And that's when I felt the presence of the Lord. He and I had gotten into an argument just the night before about how I was too afraid to fully trust Him, and I found my current traffic situation to serve as a symbol for that. I could only see the road for what it was in the present; I couldn't look behind me, couldn't see what was ahead --- I just had to trust --- trust that there WAS a road laid out in front of me. Clearly I knew this to be true, as I'd been driving these roads for 6 months now ---but it was the idea of trusting God, not relying on my own sight, my own mind, my own memory.... I rely on myself a lot, mostly because I'm afraid of being disappointed by others. What a horrible place to reside, always waiting for the other shoe to drop! Always waiting to be betrayed, to fail or be failed, expecting it to just be a matter of time for the worst to occur. Where did I get such a notion? How did I get here? More importantly, how do I get out? How do I find a way to trust God? How do I find a way to trust His love, His guidance, His strength? How do I trust my own ears to listen, my own heart to hear Him? What is certain is that the road is there. But the PATIENCE for the road to reveal itself, that is the challenge.