When the Fog Rolls in Thick

"How do you know where to go when you can't see anything in front of you?", this question coming from my 5 year old nephew last Friday as we drove through the thick, opaque fog.

I explained that we just have to go by memory of what we already know and we'll be ok.

A week later I wake once again in fog.

Literally.

Perfectly fitting.

We could hardly see our otherwise familiar backyard and woods beyond out our windows.  All the while, as the fog rolls in, I find myself caring for our oldest and youngest who now have a high fever.

Although soupy in nature, this fog clearly captures my sentiments about this week...the familiar is still there yet hard to push through.  I am, however, sustained by and reminded of the truth I do know as I recall the conversation this morning that I had with my nephew.

I know that God has never left our side and won't choose now to do so.  He provides the strength needed to get through this challenging week.  He whispers His love through otherwise trying times.  He is faithful to bless us through the fog -- and even surprising ways.

This too shall pass...I praise the Lord for that!!

With a renewed sense of thankfulness for "normal" I approach today.  Things are not easier, yet somehow the fog is lifted a bit to reveal God's beauty that's otherwise hidden. 

My sweet baby boy can not wear his helmet as his fever rages...and for the first time since May I can comfort him as his tears flow freely, with my head on his, the way he loves best.  

Somehow, this simple act comforts me too.

And just perhaps, the fog lifts a bit.