Waiting for the Fog to Lift…


This morning…I stepped outside…to find…my world…shrouded in fog…and for a few moments…I could see nothing…other than the eerie mist…

But…quickly…things came into focus…the trees…the fence…the flamingo…and…even though I couldn’t see it…I could hear the bubbling rock…I knew it was there…

Bertha…said…it reminded her of my life…of times…when I feel like I’m in a fog…when I can’t see beyond the tip of my own nose…my own trials…but…that when I don’t struggle…when I just wait patiently for a moment…solutions…begin to take shape…

She reminds me…it can’t be rushed…that I just have to…trust…that like the bubbling rock that I can’t see…it is there…

She promised…the sun will always shine…will always evaporate the fog…in my world…and in my life…

Jane

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