Dense fog

Still frozen ground, warm air and the nearby presence of Lake Michigan often join forces in spring to bring us early morning fog. Tendrils curl around lampposts, softening the light. Hard edges of buildings blur. Visibility is less than half a city block.

Even traveling familiar routes is disorienting; landmarks shrouded in cotton and street signs playing peek-a-boo are no help in finding your way. All you can see is the next step in front of you, trusting that the second one will be there after you take the first.

It’s often that way with God. Faith implies trust; Hebrews says faith is “…is the assurance of things hoped for, the conviction of things not seen.” (Hebrews 11:1). All too often, it seems, God sees fit to only reveal the next step on the path, rather than spreading the map out on the table and highlighting the route, circling the ultimate destination with a red marker.

The problem is that I like highlighted routes.

Knowing what to expect gives me the chance to pack the appropriate clothing and equipment for the journey, preparing myself for whatever is coming. Even difficult situations are easier to handle if they are anticipated.

God has other plans. By keeping me off balance, He forces me to rely on Him, rather than myself or my resources. True character emerges in the moment, and character is what He is interested in developing. When everything around me crumbles, where do I turn first? When there is cause for rejoicing, who gets the glory and thanks?

Yes, it’s frustrating to stumble around in the fog, taking one step, waiting for the next to be revealed. But in the end, when I step out into the Sonshine, it will have been worth it.