We first moved to these mountains exactly three years ago. These mountains — this good land, a land of brooks of water, of fountains and springs, flowing out in the valleys and hills — where we have eaten and been full…it’s been a blessed three years.
The first few weeks of driving Jaana across the mountain to school we’d drive through blankets of thick fog and talk about its beauty. We’d pass over an overlook and marvel at the way the fog dances on the treetops and provide a beautiful backdrop for the pepper-flaked colors of the leaves. One day we saw a rainbow dumping right into the valley of the overlook, and we praised God for His promises fulfilled.
We have eaten bread without scarcity, we have lacked nothing, we have dug copper out of the hills.
It is a good, good land.
Driving through the thick fog one morning, my newborn gift in the backseat snuggled tightly with his blanket and his proud big sister gently stroking his hand, I felt a whisper across my soul that left me breathless
“You aren’t driving through the fog. You’re driving through the clouds.”
After a difficult journey through a dry desert, we had finally ascended to a place where we dined with the clouds. The Lord truly brought us up and out and we now sit cushioned in a place high above that valley. We waited on the Lord and we mounted on wings as eagles.
It’s easy to look around and notice the thickness and grayness and density of the fog — to complain that I can’t see, and wish for sunny skies, and grumble about the chill in the air. How easy it is to forget that what I see isn’t my reality at all. I’m not in the fog, I’m up in the clouds. Clouds that He brought me to — clouds that remind me I’ve come higher than where I was in the valley and that I’m up where only the eagles can soar.
Today, as I drive through the thick layer of clouds that have encompassed these mountains — I bless the Lord for the good land He has given me. I thank Him for His faithfulness and unfailing love, and the visual reminder of His promise.
Are you mistaking clouds in your life for fog?
What are you thankful for this week?
Love this! Thank you!
What a thought provoking question! I am sure I am definitely mistaking clouds for fog. I will ponder that for several days and do a serious reality check.
“What I see isn’t my reality at all…”. What a much-needed reminder that perspective is a mighty game changer. A mighty attitude influencer. I so enjoy hearing your recounts of how you listened to God’s whispers and then sharing those moments here.
Beautiful!! Can I come vacation at your house?? :-)
…breath taking…exhale…beautiful! Thank you Lord!
Love you, Monica!