We are into our eleventeenth consecutive day of fog. Actually, it’s probably not that many, but it seems like it. As you can see from the photo, whatever lurks across the street from my house has been completely obliterated by the haze. A giant beanstalk could have been growing there all this time and we’d never know.
Have you ever noticed how fog seems to wrap around you and muffle your senses? Your balance is off. You aren’t sure where the sounds are coming from and you can’t see more than three feet in front of you. You feel like your locked into this mystical place where anything can happen. This is where your imagination can run wild. Maybe a little too wild.
Sometimes life can be like that.
You’ve got a lot going on. You can’t seem to get ahead of the game when it comes to everything that’s on your plate. There are never enough hours in the day. You feel like your balance is off and you don’t know how to get it back. Your imagination runs wild. Everything becomes a very big deal. You don’t even realize that your perspective is skewed.
We’ve all been there.
Seeing through the fog is simple, however, when we take a deep breath and turn it all over to God. Really, it’s that easy. The hard part is letting it go. And not taking it back.
Let God do what He does best. Be God.
Trust in the Lord with all your heart, And lean not on your own understanding; In all your ways acknowledge Him, And He shall direct your paths. Proverbs 3:5-6 (NKJV)
I woke up this morning and looked out the window. Fog. Lots of fog. You-can-hardly-see-the-house-across-the-street kind of fog. My grandfather used to mark foggy days on the calendar and then count ahead 3 months, indicating there would be precipitation of some kind on that day. I don’t think there is any scientific explanation to this method of forecasting the weather, but most of the time Gramps was right.
The thing with fog is that is tends to give us this soft, peaceful, quiet feeling. Like we’ve been enveloped in a cotton ball and we’re protected from the nasty world out there. There’s no wind to knock us off our feet. Sounds are muffled. And we simply relax and sigh with the calm of it all. We could almost stay like that forever.
But it’s a false sense of security. We’ve been lulled into complacency by the Misty Madness. We can’t see the danger that might be lurking only inches away because our vision is clouded by the fog.
This is how it is with our Christian walk. The Deceiver likes to keep us enclosed in that foggy state because we are no threat to him there. We’re certainly not effective as believers when we’re in that place and the enemy has us exactly where he wants us. Most of the time we don’t even realize what’s happened.
Are we happily trapped in the fog, wandering around and oblivious to the danger we’re in? Have we lost the sense of direction given to us by the Holy Spirit?
Perhaps it’s time to take stock of our spiritual position. Allow God to lead us out of the fog and into a place where there is clarity and purpose.
Come out of the fog. Get into the Word. Pray without ceasing.
“By your words I can see where I’m going; they throw a beam of light on my dark path.” Psalm 119:105 (The Message)