THE FOG

     This morning I was coming down the mountain through a very thick fog. It was so beautiful and eerie all at the same time. It was still. There was a slight dampness in the air. You could faintly see the trees beside of the road and nothing beyond. I knew there were other trees out there, but you couldn't even see a trace of them. The road I was travelling down was barely wide enough for two cars to pass each other. On one side there was the mountain and most of the time rocks were protruding from it. On the other side, there was an extreme drop off. It is a beautiful winding road with hair pin curves and steep inclines. On a clear day, you can see for miles. There is something so amazing about driving through that thick fog and get in the middle of a curve and you can see your surroundings. The fog is behind you, above you and up ahead but for that moment, you can see everything. It means that we are getting close to being out in the sun. I travel on just a few more curves and hills and then it happens. I have driven out of the fog. It may be over me now, but I can see around me. I can see the buds in the trees and the birds flying from one branch to the other. I can see the houses and the trees. There is room now for me to pass another car without being pushed to the edge of the road. I look up and there isn't any sunshine, but I am below the fog.
Fog can be dangerous if you aren't alert. On the other hand, it blocked my view of the rocks and the drop off that surrounded me. The things that would normally make me  a little apprehensive were no longer on my mind. The fog blocked it all and created a white out of all of those things. It made me feel as if I was driving in the clouds. It did make it more difficult to see the other cars coming towards me, so it created a cautiousness instead of fear.
In my mind, I thanked God for sending the fog. I pretended He did it just for me. It has nothing to do with the warmth of the ground and the cool air, it was just for me. I have been walking around in a fog. I cannot see the forest, much less the trees. I have been riding through the clouds and have yet to see the ground. There is a stillness in my life and I feel as if I am the only one. All of the sudden, when I least expect it, I pass someone else in the same fog. I am in that curve. The one where the fog has cleared for a moment. I am driving towards more fog, but in that moment, I know I am fixing to see the sun. The stillness speaks to me louder than anything else. A voice echos in my mind, "Be still and know that I am God." I am travelling on and am quiet. I am trying to keep my focus on the road before me and not trying to see the trees or the mountain. If I keep my eyes ahead, I will be safe. If I keep my mind in tune with what I am supposed to do, then it won't matter what I can or cannot see. I am not in control of that anyway. The fog is not lifting, I am driving below it. Soon, I will see the sun. Soon, I will see the trees and the birds flying from branch to branch. Soon, my surroundings will be clear. Until then, I will be thankful for the fog that was sent to me.