January came in muted, head down, wearing a heavy coat of fog. Her clouds enveloped the light, quieting and cloaking it in a mist almost indiscernible. I cannot tell if this fogginess is inside or outside. It all seems hazy. Outside I strain to see the end of the road, but the clouds rush in and nothing seems clear. Inside there are important decisions to be made, but I do not know what to do. I feel an urgency to move forward, but how and where to?
What do you do when you cannot find your way?
I have no choice but to wait. The fog seems to be symbolic of this season. Perhaps it is a gift and not a curse. I must wait. And while I am waiting, why not have a cup of tea? Read a book, call a friend? Pray?
It’s okay to wait and trust the One who knows what lies on the other side of the mist. I have a feeling I will have plenty to do when the light shines again.
Sometimes the best magic happens while we are waiting. How did I get confused into believing again that it was about what I could do? I repent and rest.
Could it be that He is in the very clouds that I feel are holding me back? Perhaps He is not holding me back at all.
He is just holding me.
Psalm 62:5 ~”Yes, my soul, find rest in God; my hope comes from him.”