On a foggy day, not long ago

on a foggy dayOn a foggy day, it’s hard to see things clearly.  Instead of looking THROUGH the fog into the distance, I end up looking AT the fog.

Fog makes me lose track of time and direction too.

We’ve been having foggy mornings lately.  Thankfully, that isn’t common here in Houston.

Since it’s unusual, my kids are always entertaining when they wake up to fog.

Wow!  It’s raining up!

and

Um, I think a cloud fell out of the sky.

I’m a little more practical.  Fog makes me sleepy and I prefer to stay home.   It’s not always an option, but I really try not to drive in the stuff.

On one of these foggy mornings recently,  my husband and I were driving in tandem.  He was leading, and I was supposed to be following.  Since he knew where we were going (and I didn’t) there weren’t too many other options.

Except… it was foggy.

Really foggy.

I was on a familiar road, but it still felt disorienting.  I couldn’t see the stop sign four car lengths in front of me.

The only thing I could see clearly was the rear lights of my husband’s vehicle.

Even when I couldn’t see the stop sign at the side of the road, when I saw my husband’s brake lights come on I prepared to stop.  I trust my husband’s driving skills.  I knew beyond a doubt that if he was putting on his brakes that I needed to brake too.

Instead of following the road, I found myself following the lights.

When the lights disappeared, I trusted that it was because my husband’s vehicle had gone around a curve.  I knew he was still there, even if I couldn’t see him.  Since I had no clue where I was going, I was forced to just stay on the road and watch ahead for his lights to reappear.  I had to trust that he’d pause and let me catch up  if he turned onto a different road.

I just kept going, trusting my husband to remember that I was behind him.

About the time I felt my anxiety rising, the lights from his car returned to view.

We arrived safely, and I was thankful for the warm and welcoming glow of lights that spilled out from the shop and into the fog.

Over coffee, I was able to confirm that my husband was watching MY lights in his rear view mirrors the whole time.  When he could no longer see me, he would slow his own vehicle until I caught up.  He was applying his brakes intentionally to help me see the unseen stop signs and obstacles in my path.

I’ve been thinking about my journey in the fog.

I think I must spend a lot of time wandering around in the fog.  I go through entire weeks at a time without really knowing where I am.  I may know the destination, but I have absolutely know clue how to get there.

Sometimes, the familiar landmarks I rely on are shrouded in a fog of confusion, hurry, distraction, fatigue, or selfishness.

Sometimes, I set out on a journey of self discovery and discover that there is no map to where I am headed.

When that happens, I’m always thankful that God is there in front of me.

Even when I can’t see the road, I can always see His guiding light.  I can trust that God is there in front of me, slowing down to help me catch up.

Ever feel like you’re in a fog?  What do you rely on to navigate through the fog of motherhood?

[author] [author_image timthumb=’on’]http://thishappymom.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/DSC_0036.jpg[/author_image] [author_info]Houston Mom Blogger Susan Baker has a passion for encouraging weary worn out mothers to find joy in everyday motherhood. She has two elementary school boys, one engineering husband, and one cat. She has a strange fascination  for eggs, socks, and books.  She spends far too much time on Social Media and at Target. She is crazy in love with her family.  She serves an amazing God.   She lives an ordinary life filled with wonder. [/author_info] [/author]
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I have a passion for encouraging weary worn out mothers to find joy in everyday motherhood and peace in unlikely places. I have two elementary school boys, one nerdy husband, and two cats. I have a strange fascination for bad puns, the color pink, socks, and books. I worry about running out of toilet paper, wine, and chocolate.. I serve an amazing God. I live an ordinary life filled with wonder.
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