Growing up on the central coast of California in a small valley, I got used to the fog. The air off the ocean flows in and then gets caught. Driving through heavy fog is a unique experience that is rarely paralleled. There's a mixture of fear and excitement as you drive, only knowing what is directly in front of you. Everything is a mystery, even if you’ve driven that road many times before.
Lately I've been feeling like my life is driving through fog. I have no idea what is up ahead. Every step reveals something new. It can be terrifying to not know what’s up ahead. However, staying in one place really isn't an option. Sitting in the middle of the fog will never give you any idea what lies ahead. The only way to assuage the curiosity is to keep going.
Today I don’t really want to keep going. I’m sick of not knowing what’s going to happen. I really want the fog to lift and God to reveal exactly what’s going to happen… walking in faith has never been a strong suit. Although I wished I wasn’t in the fog, I know that life would be so mundane if it was all clearly laid out in front of me. Who would really want that? So I guess I’m back to the beginning. Maybe I’ll just sit here in the fog a little bit longer.
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