“The weather today will be mostly sunny with mild temperatures and a very light chance of rain.”
That was the daily forecast of my life until the fog rolled in very unexpectedly.
The first line from Carl Sandburg’s poem “The Fog” states, “The fog comes on little cats feet.”
This is exactly how my fog arrived. It arrived in such a quiet and unsuspecting manner that I hardly took notice right at first. As the fog slowly grew thicker, I began to experience emotions and sensations that were completely foreign to me.
I could hardly tell if it was night or day.
I had no sense of direction and nothing made sense.
I began to experience an ache in my heart that was almost too much to bear. It was an ache so deep and came from a place inside which I never knew was there.
Day after day I cried and begged God for clarity and understanding. I wanted Him to carry me through this fog and bring me back into the warm sunlight and mild temperatures.
I felt ignored, forgotten, and misunderstood by the One who loved me the most. I was hurt and angry.
Gradually, I began to hear His words, “Trust me.”
Over the years, as the fog began to slowly lift, I started to notice things I had not seen before.
My renewed vision brought clarity, compassion, and comfort. My days in the fog made me humble, more accepting, and (maybe?) a litter wiser.
Those foggy days taught me that you don’t always get what you want, and helped me discover so much that I did not know I needed.
James 1: 2-3 Count it all joy when you fall into various trials, for the testing of your faith produces patience.
Proverbs: 2-3 Trust in the Lord with all your heart.
“You can’t always get what you want, but if you try sometimes, you might find, you get what you need.” – Jagger/Richards