Its a beautiful foggy morning! The faintest feeling of autumn in the air today, and a dense lingering fog hangs low around all the activities of this morning. Mornings! Remembering an earlier time in life when 5:00 a.m. was not the middle of the night, and when faintest morning light was a signal to arise in exhilaration, rather than to fall asleep at last, in exhaustion.
Today, the morning fog settles near and inward, misting views out over computer keyboard and nearby coffee cup. This is a slow, quiet, peaceful hour. From this vantage point, its difficult to perceive the morning, day and path ahead. The plan for this foggy moment is small, slow steps, carefully placed one deliberate step at time.
Moving now, no faster than perceivable forward through the clinging denseness. Slowly moving, physically, mentally, emotionally, spiritually. Gradually, increased activity stirs surrounding fog, and it at last begins to rise. Morning prayers for strength and courage, imploring requests for grace and clarity of thought for the day ahead. Thankfulness for time to travel at my personal pace into the morning.
Slowly, sun breaks through! Dense clouds and stiffness begin to melt away, inch by inch. A personal sunrise begins once again. Moving, stretching, grasping threads of zest and ambition, a dawning clarity breaks through and deferred sunrise slowly enters this tenuous morn.
The hymnist once penned, aptly describing the misty path, “there is sunshine in my soul today, more glorious and bright than flows in any earthly sky, for Jesus is my light!” Once again feeling able to live, move and be. Walking to some degreee entirely by faith and not by sight. This day begins!