And I do mean FOGGY.
It also happened to be walk/ride to school day. As my daughter, Ellie, scootered and I rode my bike, we could only see a few houses in front of us. Ellie commented on how if felt like we were riding into the unknown. It was spooky to her.
It was so cool for me.
It was neat how you rode on and looked back and couldn't see where you had come from while still only seeing just a little bit ahead. Every half-block we went was the only half-block we could see. The fog was so thick you could feel it.
Breathe it.
Smell it.
It was so amazing!
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| This was taken in Maine. Where we first fell in love with fog. |
All around us I could hear kids talking about the fog. Making spooky ghost noises. Cars crept along cautiously trying to navigate their way.
I couldn't help but think as I rode home alone that riding through fog is faith. Going forward when you can not only NOT see the destination, but couldn't really see much at all.
Or where you came from to turn around and run back.
But you keep on pedaling.
Wouldn't the temptation be to wait it out?
Not go out at all?
Wait until it was safer?
More predictable?
I was struck by the beauty of it all. No spooky Halloween images for me. The leaves on the ground seemed more yellow, red and orange.
The cool air on my face, more refreshing.
The trees seemed taller because I couldn't see their tops.
The streets l o n g e r.
It was exhilarating because I felt completely safe.
Not lost.
God wants us right there, doesn't He?
In the middle of the fog, not able to see ahead or behind us
but willing to keep pedaling,
trusting He knows the way.
He is the lamp unto our feet and the light unto our path.
And He has a plan. Not to harm. But one that gives us hope and a future.
Amen.
And may I always be willing to
keep
on
pedaling.
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