Morning Fog

I'm not sure if it's the heat or what, but there has been a fog here when I've gotten up to walk. Yesterday it was pretty thick. I was a little scared about walking in it because I wasn't sure if cars would see me. It turned out okay although I did jump up on the curb a couple of times.
For me, this morning fog has been a kind of metaphor for me. I always seem to be in a fog in the mornings. I've never been a morning person and even getting up early to walk has not really helped this. While walking helps me wake up, my body just doesn't seem to like mornings.
I also think that this morning fog has reminded me of how much I am in a fog in my life. I talk about being on a journey but in many ways I have no idea where this journey is headed. Of course, I know it ultimately leads to my home in heaven. However, beyond that, it sometimes feels like I'm wandering in a fog without much sense of direction. I do feel like I am where God needs me right now. I do feel that my steps are being guided, yet I don't know what the path ahead looks like.
I guess this is where faith comes in. Maybe it's okay not to know exactly where this is all headed. While I am in awe of folks who seem to have a singular vision and know just where they want their lives to go, I recognize that I am not one of those people. I am much more a child of the fog. I seem to be one who needs to wander and explore and fret and wonder. I know the path is there but I can't seem to see much more than a few feet in front of me.
So, I'm going to keep walking in the fog each morning and throughout my days. I may get clear glimpses of what God has in store for me but they will most likely be just glimpses. The fog of life will most likely still be a part of the path that I walk. It will be shrouded in mystery. It will be one that causes me to rely on faith in God rather than my own ability to navigate. I will undoubtedly get lost and veer off the path. However, I know that God is with me even in the densest fog.
Thanks for being a part of my journey!