I was with a group of friends at our weekly life group get together. On of the questions we asked each other that week was what type of weather would describe our day. Well, I had thought about this all the drive to the church, and could not come up with anything that fit. Most of the answers from everyone was dummy with clouds. Then it came to me. My day, and many others recently, were days like living in a fog.
Now not the kind of “foggy brain” that comes from certain illnesses, or from medicines. Just like going through the day in a cloud of fog. I could not seem to see what was ahead of me. Could not see what was behind either. And when it came to my daily prayers, the words did not seem to come. I knew what I wanted to say to my Father, I knew what I wanted Him to know, what my thoughts and prayers for all of my family, friends, the condition of everything right now. But, the words would not come.
But, oddly enough, this does not bother me. I still have a sense of peace. The one thought that keeps going through my mind is the verse from Romans 8, verse 26: “Meanwhile, the moment we get tired in the waiting, God’s Spirit is right alongside helping us along. If we don’t know how or what to pray, it doesn’t matter. He does our praying in and for us, making prayer out of our wordless sighs, our aching groans.” (The Message version)
During the time of living in a fog, I did see the light shining. It was not a constant light, but just like the light for sailors on the rough seas, I could see my lighthouse. The light of a lighthouse turns so that you know it is there, and leading the ships around any obstruction, and to the harbour. It is not a constant light, you only see flashes. The flashes are used as identification of the lighthouse, and the pattern of the lights is called the character of the light. (1) I found this information interesting, as it also let me know that the light was showing me the character of God, the part of Him that was leading me to Him, to safety.
Now, the light was not always visible, some times I had to have faith that the light was still there. Those times where I had to trust that I could get through certain things on my own, with the help of my husband. He would be there with me when I needed him, and help lead me in the direction of the light. The light would shine in front of me, leading me to a safe harbour; to the warmth and rest needed. I knew that I was being watched over. That my friends and family were also being cared for. I know that even when I can’t see Him, when they can’t see Him, we are all his children and He is watching out for us.
“Thy word is a lamp unto my feet,
and a light unto my path.”
Psalm 119:105 (KJV)
He is watching over me, when I need rest I can sleep knowing I am watched, when I feel sad, or cry, or when I am happy, I know that I am in His hands, being carried when I cannot go on.
I have a lighthouse to guide me, and I am glad of that!
(1) Britannica Encyclopedia, Lighthouses, coastal navigation
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