Have you ever tried to drive on a foggy morning? Waiting for the fog to clear? On mornings like this, it often seems like it takes forever for the fog to clear. You can only see a few feet in front of you. Sometimes life is like that too.
During my own times of living in liminal space, I have found myself waiting and waiting and waiting and waiting for the fog to clear. I have waited for God to clear the fog and show me the clearing in the sky and in my life.
Now for those of you that are not familiar with fog, according to the Merriam Webster dictionary, fog is “vapor condensed to fine particles of water suspended in the lower atmosphere that differs from cloud only in being near the ground” or “a murky condition of the atmosphere or a substance causing it.” In other words, fog obstructs our view of the world around us.
A murky condition is often how I feel about the fog in my life. I find myself trying to climb out of the pit; yearning for the fog to clear. During this past summer, I literally found myself consistently living in a fog. Every time I turned around it seemed as if there was no clearing in sight. The fog was continually set before me. It seemed as if the fog would never clear.
But God has this way of clearing the fog especially when we least expect it. God parts the skies and the fog leads to a much clearer picture of the view in front of us. This summer, God cleared the fog and showed me a new vision; a brighter clearer vision of where God is leading me.