It was early, and it was dark and quiet. I sipped on my coffee as the radio played soft music. My drive to work has become one of my favorite times of day, because it is also a quiet space to spend some time with God.
As I drove, I looked out over the fields and I saw it. Nearly every morning, the fog hovers over the fields, almost touching the grass and crops that grow. In the distance beyond a row of trees, there is a river, and I could almost see the water glistening in the silver moonlight.
I am mesmerized by the fog each and every day. It’s almost magical to me. I remember that science lesson with my kids where we learned that fog is essentially clouds that are on the ground. And I could see it… these clouds on the ground that hover close and spread out like a blanket.
It all looked so peaceful, and I thought about the way God’s presence and peace hover over me like that. I breathed a whispered prayer. “God, I want you to be my fog.”
I want God to hover over me the way the fog hovered over the fields. I want Him to be so close that I can almost touch Him. I want His peace to blanket over me and shine in the moonlight. I want my days to echo David when he said “Where can I go from your Spirit? Where can I flee from your presence?” (Psalm 139:7 NIV)
A couple of days later, the fog was thicker and had made it’s way from the distant fields up to the road I was driving on. The same fog that hovered over the fields was now surrounding my car. I know this road, and it wasn’t the worst fog I’d ever driven in, so I wasn’t afraid, but I did find myself sitting up straighter in my seat. I was extra cautious of dangers and obstacles that I might not have had much time to react to. My headlights sent beams of light ahead of me and gave just enough light to see what was directly ahead, but not much beyond that. I really didn’t see anything except the fog.
It was only a couple of minutes before I was through that section of road and as I relaxed into my seat, I whispered thanks to God for getting me through. And my spirit stirred with this thought: “Yes, God, I still want you to be my fog.”
I want God to envelope me. Much like the fog surrounded my car, I want Him to surround my life. I want Him to be so close that I can’t see anything except Him. I want Him to give me just enough light to see only what I need to see in this moment. In fact (in spite of my control issues), I want Him to actually prevent me from seeing anything that might be up ahead or off in the distance, because so often those things prevent me from seeing right now. I want to trust these words of the Lord: “My presence will go with you. I’ll see the journey to the end.” (Exodus 33:14 MSG)
God can be my fog. In fact, I think He already is. He sent His son… You might say that Jesus is the cloud that came to the ground.
The Cloud came to the ground.
He came… to surround us in His peace, to envelope us in His grace, to let His love shine through us.
He came… to give me just enough light to see the moment I’m in and to teach me to trust Him with the rest.
He came… The Cloud came to the ground… to be MY fog.
My Right Now Life 