f o g delay

It's there. It's real. 

The image I've been asking for, craving so intensely, and desperately hoping to exist. Others could see it all around me; but my eyes were unable to fully find it.

Because fog creates confusion and makes it hard to breathe. But the more that I chase Jesus, the clearer I can see. 


It's there. It's real. It's dancing in circles around my heart and making me laugh out loud. Precious hope and freedom; oh how beautiful the sound.

If I could paint it in a picture, it would look like the most beautiful burst of sunlight in the darkest cave ever to exist. A beaming orange light from the sky that lands upon your skin and causes warmth that you never want to quit. A ray that echoes hope as it stretches through the darkness. A perfect, sparkling line reaching down from heaven like a shooting star into a seemingly hopeless blackened sky.

It's there. It's real.

And something I am learning as I look it in the eye over and over again is that it was never absent or stolen. I just couldn't see it. It was always there and it was always real. It was just too foggy to find and feel.

Fog is made of pain and doubt. It's swirled up by addiction and anger. It is made thick by abuse behind you. It flares up and multiplies around fear. It's goal is to keep us trapped and keep us off course. It blinds us.

 But it can't last forever. It may last a long, long time, but never forever. And as we relentlessly hold tightly to our Father up in heaven, He will slowly blow it all away. Every single molecule composed of fear and pain, He will evaporate into nothing but vivid skies and bright, beautiful sunny days. 

That's His favorite thing to do for His children. Proven by our sins composed of scarlet, and His ability to make us white as snow.

Fog never changes or steals what it encapsulates; it only covers it up.

But we have to invite Him in. We have to be honest about the fog-- that we cannot see and we need help. That there are things lurking in the fog that terrify us, things that we are ashamed of, things we need to overcome. He is not afraid to enter into the fog-- because He loves us. He wants to walk right into it with You and embrace you first, then blow it all away as He holds you closely. So that finally, as it dissipates and the clouded crevices clear, you can see it in the middle of the room.
You both can gaze upon it together time and time again and stare it in the face from every angle and perspective... You can add to it together and paint it even brighter and more beautiful... You both can bring others out of the fog they are swimming in afraid it will never clear; and you can show them what is there waiting to be found:

F  r  e  e  d  o  m. 

You don't have to be lost any longer; you are worth being found. You are worth being freed. He is waiting to hold your hand and scatter every ounce of fog that causes confusion and keeps you frozen where you are.

New things anxiously await your troubled heart. But first you must be brave enough to start.

"It is finished; It is done. Though our sins are scarlet, You have made us white as snow."

-Han