STUMBLING AROUND IN PEA SOUP

Today was one of those days that we question our intelligence. The fog was so thick and heavy that you could not see but a few feet in front of you. Even the street lights 30 feet above you either totally disappeared or had an eerie dim glow in the early morning or late night depending upon your time to rise. We did have the good sense to not run our usual route which entails 2.5 miles south on US 167 and then back 2.5 miles on the other side of the one ways of 167. It is difficult enough to spot us running in the early morning black when the air is clear without the added risk of fog as thick as pea soup. We wove our way through the neighborhoods surrounding our starting spot and with the help of our GPS made a 5 mile trek. The visibility was so poor that when those running in front made a turn just a few feet in front of us, we lost then momentarily-until they reemerged under a street light. They appeared to be ghost figures running down the road-disappearing into the mist. The makings of a great book for sure!

While stumbling around in the mist in the early morning hours, I began thinking about how this is often they way we stumble through our lives. There are times that we don't seem to know where we are going or what is in front of us and yet we continue down the road. Never thinking to stop for direction or slow and observe the signs we are passing, we just run headlong without regard of danger or peril. We aimlessly-blindly plunge through the fog never stopping to read the map which gives careful direction and certainly not acquiring the light which will show our way. How much easier the journey would be with the light shining in front of us-revealing the obstacles and dangers and marking the sure and safe path. How much simpler would the journey have been if first we had read the map and then stayed on the carefully marked trail. We all seem to be doomed to the human failing of desiring independence and refusing to accept the aid willingly offered to us. With obstinate and stubborn spirits, we kareem down the trail-hitting obstacles and running over pitfalls as we blindly continue on. How many miles will we have to stumble through before we realize how much simpler the journey would be with the help of the light and the map? My hope is your journey through the fog is brief and you willingly turn to the light and map in the early stages of travel. What a delightful journey, even in the fog, when we turn on the light and read the map! Every life will have periods of fog, but even in the fog we are offered assistance and help in navigating the path. Seek the light and read the map and then your journey will be right!