As I travel up the Coalfield Expressway in West Virginia this morning, it is very foggy (as it is most mornings).
Through the dense fog I always get nervous because although I have traveled this road often, I can not see and or remember the curves of the road.
This morning, God spoke to my heart and reminded me that our lives are like fog sometimes.
We can not see and it feels unending, as if we will never get through it; however, quickly as it comes, the fog lifts and we find our way.
Isn’t it wonderful to know that our God sees us through the fog of life even when we can not find out way?
Then the light is revealed and our fears relieved!
Psalm 27:1~ The Lord is my light and my salvation; whom shall I fear? the Lord is the strength of my life; of whom shall I be afraid?
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