Have you ever had one of those days when the weather seems to fit your mood?  This morning was like that for me – rainy, misty, kinda drab and dead.  It’s only been raining for a few days, but it just seems as if   it   will   never   end.

The battle of late has felt so intense, so unrelenting, as if everything I do is opposed, that something in my heart has just begun to sink … into the mist if you will, feeling like things will never change.  And the words that I hear during times like these are the feelings I felt this morning:  rainy, misty, kinda drab and dead … like its never going to end.

Now understand, I know that it will.  I know things will get better, and in fact if I’m honest, nothing is really all that bad anyway.  But that’s the problem in the mist isn’t it; you enter this type of detached funk that just feels so heavy.

But there is also something that I love about the mist and the rain.  It’s hard to describe, but something about it makes me feel alive at the same time that it seems so dead. It’s as if it is reminding me that there is something more, something greater, that will come as a result of the rain. 

And so, as I am riding my motorcycle to work this morning, my prayers focus on God fathering me through this time; and he speaks to me of this time that is yet to come, this time of something more, something greater.  He reminds me that it is now, in the mist, that he wants to train me and prepare me for what lies ahead, and that it is only in this mist that this training is possible.

I’m getting ready to leave work now and as I looked outside to survey the weather, what I see is beautiful blue skies with large, picturesque, rolling clouds … the perfect day.  I can’t help but think of Jeremiah 29:11.
 
                                                      “For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper
                                                               you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.”
                                                                                                                 

To the King,

David