It’s cool out today, and the morning sun is drawing mist from the water. It rises higher than the branches on its way to the brightness, where it peacefully disappears. From here, it looks like dozens of spiraling spirits slow-dancing their way to heaven, but I wonder what it looks like from the road to our neighborhood.
There are several ponds dotting the landscape on the way to our house, and if I were driving right now, I wonder if I’d be blanketed in fog, unable to see the light for all the misty spirits striving to reach it. I wonder if it would be heavy enough to keep me from seeing the road ahead, thick enough to make me anxious and fearful of hitting something.
That’s the way it is, isn’t it? When you’re in the middle of something you can’t grasp, something that seems larger than you, and you can’t see above or beyond it, can’t seem to see within it which way you should go, you start to feel anxious and fearful. That’s when it’s time to remember to “be strong and courageous; don’t be terrified or afraid . . . for it is the Lord your God who goes with you; He will not leave you or forsake you,” (Deut. 31:6).