Finding a miracle

On my drive to work this morning I encountered thick fog. As I navigated the normally routine drive I thought about what a metaphor for life fog can be. Take the fact that my drive is usually routine – the anticipated traffic in certain areas, the timing of traffic lights and familiar landscape along the way. All that changes in the fog. It causes us to use caution when our sight is limited. We can only see so far up ahead, and have to trust our instincts – and cautiously at that.

When the path ahead is either not yet determined or appears different to us, it’s like being in the fog. It’s time to trust what we know to be true and believe in our ability to get through it. Get through the fog, the uncertainty, the challenge of the moment. I believe in trusting your gut. It’s a terrific barometer of what we know to be true, and what might be lurking ahead that should give us pause.

Fog causes us to question what we trust, and know to be true. Sometimes only to find that we knew that all along. And yet other times to exercise caution is the best course of action in uncertain times.

There is a mystery within the fog that might allow us to imagine what could be … by allowing a bit of the mystery to enter our thoughts, it give room for what is possible … and what we might not have anticipated!

For the record, this fog lasted the whole day! As several of us were leaving work, people were expressing such surprise that the fog could last all day. Little did they know that fog was my miracle for the day, and I wasn't the least bit surprised it stuck around to ensure I got them message!

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