The fog rolled in this morning.
On quiet feet.
There is something unworldly about fog. The way it covers everything in a mist, blurring lines, melding them into one another. I love mornings like this. I get to look out my kitchen window and see the trees and field shrouded in mystery.
There is something oddly contemplative about mornings like these.
“Be still and know that I am God”
That is what we are to do. There are no works, no amount of good deeds that will get us closer to God. We are to know Him…believe in Him. If He is sufficient for our salvation, the biggest thing in our life, why do we not realize that He is sufficient for all other areas of our life? He alone is able, sufficient, to fill our needs, our desires, and our hungers.