The fog was heavy this morning. I went out early to feel the weight of it. It lay in the pasture and on every blade of grass. It seemed to be holding the land in place.
I felt God’s presence all around me. I stood in it, quietly. Feeling solid and strong in His care.
The mornings don’t often feel this way for me, but I’m working toward a closer relationship with God and on seeking Him more. Maybe there is something to share here…
I read this verse recently and I’m repeating it just now, though I’m not sure it’s connected to this foggy thought; “Commit your way to the Lord; trust in Him, and He will act.” Psalm 37:5
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