There’s something about a misty morning that grabs the imagination, don’t you agree? The day is stretched out ahead of you, but it’s hard to see exactly where it will lead; will it be a good one, or will it be rough sledding?
It’s almost a metaphor for life.
What are those shapes ahead? Where is this road; where does it go? It looks straight and level, but is there a curve lurking that I don’t expect?
Misty mornings make a routine day seem a little mysterious; a little adventurous. That might seem scary to some, but to me it’s more of an adventure than anything else; exciting!
Our days can be unpredictable, that’s for sure, but our destination is not. Our walk with Jesus Christ will lead us through some rough terrain, but it leads us to a glorious home.
Even though I walk
through the valley of the shadow of death,
I will fear no evil,
for you are with me;
your rod and your staff,
they comfort me.
You prepare a table before me
in the presence of my enemies.
You anoint my head with oil;
my cup overflows.
Surely goodness and love will follow me
all the days of my life,
and I will dwell in the house of the Lord
– Psalm 23:4-6
Reblogged this on Cynthia Hilston – Author & Blogger and commented:
I love the fog (mist), but then I write mystery stories. Haha.
Where fog is a really good thing when that shot suddenly rings out 😊