A Cold White Mist

 

A cold white mist shrouded the countryside when I opened the curtain. Dramatically, though, through the mist there glowed a soft circle of light. The sun was working to dissolve the mist.

My neighbour, with whom I sometimes walk on a Friday, felt only the dampness. She didn’t anticipate the brightness that would soon break through. We didn’t walk. We missed a glorious, golden autumn morning.

‘See, I am doing a new thing! Now it springs up; do you not perceive it? I am making a way in the desert and streams in the wasteland.’ Encouraging words from thousands of years ago, written down by Isaiah.

Do you not perceive it? Hope rises within. Yes. I do. The sun is breaking through the fog through which we so often wander lost and alone. I make a fresh commitment to walk in faith and hope and trust, not only in my own life, but as I watch the world.

I will not let the dampness of past disappointments and present discouragements stop my walk in faith. I see the soft circle of light, dissolving the mist. I see it in the rising numbers of young people coming to faith. I see it in the smiles of those persevering intercessory pray-ers who are beginning to perceive streams in the wasteland.

I am again amazed that the words of a prophet written down centuries ago, in a very different age and under completely alien circumstances, come alive when the Spirit wills.

See, I am doing a new thing! Hallelujah. I can’t wait to see it all unfold.