The experience of a fog. It is visible, it is there; you can feel it, yet it is not permanent. And it vanishes just as it appears. It was never sought; to me, it is a mystery. As the fog permeates the atmosphere, visibility diminishes, and it can hinder sound decision-making.
However, when—gradually or suddenly—the fog lifts, it can bring either relief or indifference. What once seemed so controlling becomes nothing—not even a memory. Such are the valleys of the shadow of death that recur throughout life. The difference lies in whether we cross them alone, or whether we have the Shepherd that walking ahead, smoothing the path.
This is my declaration after having driven a long distance through thick fog: my soul is absolutely satisfied and fulfilled in loving You, Jesus. Of course, my love for Him is a mere reflection of His love for me!
“..,we are more than conquerors through him who loved us. For I am sure that neither death nor life, nor angels nor rulers, nor things present nor things to come, nor powers, nor height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God in Christ Jesus our Lord.” (Romans 8:37-39 ESV).
This is my Story! What’s Yours!