A walk in the mist. After days of blue skies every morning,
it seems odd to be shrouded in grey. But having enjoyed such blue skies, I am
confident that I know what lies above that grey mist: pure blue sky. And I know
that when the mist rises, I will, again, see blue sky.
When I live with a thankful heart, I am aware of the close
presence of a loving God. When things happen, then, which seem to obscure his
presence, I am confident that though he is hard to see, he is nevertheless always
there, always loving me. Circumstances change and the mist rises, and God is
always God, always good, always for me.
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