Fog

God's world is so amazing, so unpredictable. We certainly try to predict what's going to happen next, every night at about 11:15 the local weather person strives to give us some idea of what we just experienced and what we can expect over the next few hours from the elements outdoors. And we are consistent. We complain about all of it. Even if it's 70 degrees with no humidity we will likely find a reason to take our pokes at it. But I was driving across town the other day after an exceptionally heavy rainstorm that had come after a period of exceptionally hot and humid conditions. And do you know what I saw? Fog. Or maybe it was steam. Whatever it was, it was condensation that just sort of hovered over low patches in the hilly landscape that we call home.
I have naturally been thinking about the future lately. I often tell people that future is that which is just around the bend, out of sight... or maybe it is veiled by pea-soup fog. Just stepping forward into the future takes courage. It takes a certain amount of faith. All I know for sure is that God is there. As He has been there for me in the past and as He is with me in this very moment, I know He already holds my future in His almighty hands. But right now all of that is beyond an immense fog bank. I cannot see what the future holds for me, what is going to happen next. But let's go back to our meteorological illustration for a moment. What is fog? It is water vapor in the midst of evaporation. Okay, so I'm not a scientist. Feel free to pick that one apart. But here's my point. Maybe all that fog that veils the future is all of that stuff from our lives that is just weighing us down, holding us back. It's the stuff that we really don't need. It just makes the grass of our lives wet with dew. Not to be a downer... but one thing I don't need right now is this deep scar on my soul. I need the Lord to evaporate these tears.