Visibility is limited this morning, and it strikes me that this is a metaphor for life. I know the landmarks in my community, but at the moment, they’re obscured. It doesn’t mean they’re not there.
In the midst of feeling worried, overwhelmed, anxious, I focus on the metaphorical “fog” in my head. I become disoriented. I can’t see clearly. And I start to believe that my plans, my dreams, my hopes for the future are completely out of reach.
Fog always burns off. It’s a vapor. It can hide things from our vision, but it is only a fleeting part of our reality.
Wishing you clarity today.