The other morning, I peeked out our window at o’dark hundred. The weak glow of the nearby street attempted to cut through the fog on our street. A couple hours later, I drove four active children to school in soft sunlight and no fog in our neighborhood. As I drove, I glanced toward the mountains.
What met my eyes took my breath away. A clear blue sky and the largest mountain in our area stood proud, crowned with a covering of snow. But below it, thick rolling clouds blanketed the western side of our city. The sun shining on the clouds from our vantage point reflected off the tops with a shine. Whites and grays—some clouds resembled waves rolling into shore. It looked beautiful from outside the fog.
Now, that being said, I’ve also been the one driving in the fog. In the middle of it, gray dominates everything. It mutes colors, hiding all but vague outlines of homes, streetlights and other things along the side of the road.
It got me thinking about the “fog” I face in my life sometimes.
- Being in the middle of a fog for long enough can steal all the color, the joy of life. When I’m in the middle of a fog-inducing trial, I need to choose to keep my eyes on Jesus. It’s only by looking at my circumstances through His lenses that I can see life’s vibrancy in the midst of the gray.
- Fog doesn’t stay around forever. The sun will burn it away, or temperatures will warm enough to cause it to dissipate. When fog descends in my life, I can remember it’s only for a season. The Son walks with me through the trials. When my eyes are on Him, I find hope to bring me through the thickest fog.
- When driving in fog, I must stay alert to other vehicles, signs and stoplights so I don’t run into something or someone. When walking through a trial, I need to remain alert to those around me. Rather than keeping my eyes on myself, I can look two places. First to Jesus, who will guide me through the most difficult circumstances. And second toward others. I’m learning that no matter what trial I’m walking through, someone else is going through a harder time. Sometimes joy hides in the places where I look beyond myself to encourage and walk alongside another for a little while.
- I will come out of the fog. Jesus will guide me through the trials and struggles. When I look back on that season, I will see the beauty He crafted in the fog.
What about you? Have you ever driven through fog? What helps you get through trials?