I couldn't see out the kitchen window as a very thick fog filled in the spaces of our backyard. Stepping out into it with Jazzy girl at my side, the fog weighed heavy. The ground was damp most likely from the foggy mist. I haven't seen fog like this for such a very long time. I wondered as I walked if this was what it was like when the children of Israel were surrounded by the Pillar of Cloud by day? I breathed in the quietness and imagined that indeed God does surround me, His presence ever with me. I realized that the fog completely hid my familiar environment. I realized that the lesson in the fog was to trust. Trust God, knowing that His presence is ever with me, knowing that I don't need to see ahead or have my path all planned out. He knows those mountains hidden from my sight, He knows potential dangers of approaching cars or wandering coyotes. I just need to walk on, going forward in trust . . . Standing and singing...