I used to think that I would eventually figure out God's will for my life. For a little while I had everything well planned. I was in the right place at the right time and getting to know the right people. When the carpet was pulled out from under me, I entered the fog. The fog is that place where we go...
"through certain half-deserted streets,
The muttering retreats
Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels
And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells:
Streets that follow like a tedious argument
Of insidious intent
To lead you to an overwhelming question …
Oh, do not ask, “What is it?”
Let us go and make our visit."
When we are in the fog we beg the questions, "What is this place?" and "Will it ever dissipate?" What if we are intended for this place? Are we prepared for a long visit?
Here is what I have learned about living in the fog. The journey is best taken with company. So, in the words of the immortal Shel Silverstein,
"If you're a dreamer, come in,
If you're a dreamer, a wisher, a liar,
A hope-er, a pray-er, a magic bean buyer...
If you're a pretender, come sit by my fire.
For we have some flax-golden tales to spin.
Come in!Come in!"