Fog

This morning I stepped outside to blinding fog. Literally.

Looking back I feel like driving was a bit like playing

Russian Roulette, however, I'm quite pleased with the

deeper meaning the heavy fog brought with it.

As ambiguous as it is, I liken my life to this road blanketed by fog, and God is the driver of the car ahead of me. Sometimes I can see him, sometimes I am so blinded by my own desires, my own selfish nature, and my own foolishness that I have to squint to see the glow of his love. However, regardless of whether I can "see" God in my life, or Him working in me, He always is.


Always.
Bless & be blessed.