As I peek out the wooden slats in the early morning, I blink, thinking I must grab my glasses; but no, it’s the early morning fog.
Still pajama clad, I head for the back door to slide my feet into the pink velvet slides with the rhinestone circle that are waiting there to take me out into the cloak of early morning mist.
I walk in wonder.
Fog has always made me think of the verse:
“But as for me, the nearness of God is good for me;
I have made the Lord God my refuge,
So that I may tell of all Your works.”
Psalm 73:28
Maybe because He’s unseen, I like to think this early morning fog cocooning me represents His presence.
I needed Him this morning.
I need Him every morning; but, there was a shooting on our street last night.
Unsettling to say the least.
I am so thankful He is near all the time whether I can see Him or not.
I walked all around our postage stamp size yard and with relief find the enveloping mist on every side.
He is near.
He sends the fog to comfort me like my favorite Pom Pom blanket I grab as I head back in and grab on my way to the Jesus Room with my thoughts swirling and the coolness of early morning fog still chilling on my bare arms.
How many times in this last year have I asked:
Where are You God?
I would ask and He’d answer with a sunrise, a flower blooming in His beautiful creation, in faces of family, in kind and encouraging words from friends, in the pages of the “Ancient Words ever true…”
He has always been here.
Sorrow and sadness and grief were brought closer to home last night.
He is here.
He is near.
I see Him in creation.
And I stand in this refuge of Him who is unseen because He is my safety.
“But as for me, the nearness of God is good for me;
I have made the Lord God my refuge,
So that I may tell of all Your works.”
Psalm 73:28