The sun shone brightly this afternoon as I climbed into the truck to go mail a package. Just another Christmastime errand. The warmth felt good on my skin on a cool almost-winter day. However, barely a quarter of a mile down the road, I drove into a fog bank. The day turned suddenly gray and gloomy, so very different from the bright day I had left behind. That in itself wasn’t too unusual. Many times I have left my house in sunshine to find the rest of the town locked in fog.
I wondered if the fog had been there all day. Had people living in the fogged-in area realized that blue skies reigned only blocks away? Or had it seemed to them that the whole world was lost in the grayness?
I’ve been through a few fog banks this year—when I had my cancer, of course, and when my aunt went through her health challenges and eventually died. When trials like these come, it can seem like the whole world is gray and bereft of joy. It truly can feel like being lost in the fog in some unknown territory. And yet, if we can see ahead—and trust the Lord who leads us—there will be sunshine coming, sometimes just a short distance down the road. We have only to keep on moving to reach it.