The Fog and the sunshine alternated enveloping the road, just as my husband and I alternated driving. I rejoiced each time the sun shone through the cloud, and I tensed as the Fog returned. Our visit to my sister in Santa Rosa was so enjoyable that I forgot about Fog.
Sunday morning dawned bright and sunny. As we headed toward Fresno, I marveled at the beauty of the weather and surroundings. Two hours drive east, and we encountered a wall of gray. Fog had returned. This time Fog didn't give way to the sun until we arrived in Reedley. We enjoyed a sunny drive from there to Bakersfield. However, the next night, five minutes into our drive home, we again encountered Fog.
Each time we met Fog I prayed and struggled, not wanting my fear to overcome me. Peace began to overcome my fear. Slowly, my perspective on Fog changed. Smitty commented that he loves to run in the fog because he can't see how far he has to go. Good point. Fog keeps me focused on right now. Often, in my looking about me and searching for the next destination, I miss the voice of God leading me for the moment. Fog keeps me centered on God, not the distractions of the journey. Dense fog demands that I slow down, take deep breaths, and live in the moment. Probably more than anything else, I need to slow down, breathe and live with intention. Maybe Fog is not so bad after all.
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