Fog!!!

This morning was a strange Colorado morning. A heavy, misty fog lay over our yard and drive. The windows were completely frozen up on the van. I went out and cleaned the windows and warmed up the van. Then my son and I took off for his school about seven miles away. And the fog got deeper. Seeing became difficult. The windows were clear, but the clouds were thick on the ground. Thankfully, we drive all of the way on a state highway with no turns. About two miles from the school, we suddenly drove out of the fog. And I told my son that it's like that in life sometimes. When the fog seems deepest it's important not to turn away; not to turn back. You never know when it's going to be bright and sunshiney.
But you know, the thing about my morning is that I have to turn around, go back home and then do it all over again with my next three kids. When I reentered the foggy area, I was stunned. The fog was deeper and thicker and visibility was even lower than before. I lost sense of where I was within the five miles. Completely never saw the one stoplight on my way home. Squinting. Looking. Searching for the way home. I missed my turn. I realized it after I missed the second turn and came to a light and knew I was past my house. I turned to go around the block and come in the neighborhood the other way. I missed that turn too. The fog was just too thick to see the road to take a left turn onto it. So, I turned around. Went back to the light. Set myself up to be taking a right hand turn because it would be closer to my road. Creeped along. And just as I was on it, I saw the sign and took the turn. Relief. Headed home. I had persevered.
And I thought of all of the people that I see that are that lost. That hopeless. That tired of looking. Scared. Unable to see the way. Not knowing which way to turn. And my heart broke. So many. Lost in the fog of abuse. or physical pain. or addiction. or grief. or loss. But, I realized that I can be the sun. Because though that fog was thick, the sun was rising. And within just a short time the roads were clear, the sun was shining and everything looked different. I want to be the one who helps to burn off the fog. Who stays. Who hopes for the hopeless. Though I might shiver a bit, I don't want them to be lost alone.
blessings,
rhonda