the fog ...

makes the road home barely visible.

There is no white fog line to guide me or tail-lights to follow.

The pavement ends and the gravel greets the four tires of my vehicle.

I start counting telephone poles that line the field along the left side of the road.

I laugh to myself ... have I ever counted them in the daylight or on a clear night to {know} how many there really are?

No.

Oh well - it seems to help me inch my way along the gravel if I count.

{note to self ... count the phone poles when they're visible}

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How far away am I from {home}?

I'll probably never know.

But do I really want to know?

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I like to know where I'm going.

I really like that on a clear day {or night} you can see our home as soon as the pavement ends.

The straight line to my destination.

The bumps are all visible.

You know there isn't a blind corner.

And you can see for miles. {literally}

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Life isn't meant to be seen like that.

At least not in my opinion.

And as I'm striving to be {fearless} ... the fog has shown me more about myself than I want to admit.

It's {ok} to not know where you're going all the time.

It really is.

Because when you choose to believe in the unseen and have faith that your path has been prepared in advance ... just for you ... you're stepping out of fear & stepping into life.

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the fog ...

not always pleasant.

not always wanted.

but sometimes ... a reminder that walking or driving ... or sometimes even dragging your feet into the unknown is what faith is all about.

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And the picture for today ...

my built in cabinet/hutch... right off the kitchen ... filled with goodness!