I was driving to work one morning, and it was SOOO utterly foggy, then suddenly without rhyme or reason, a clear blue sky opened up in front of me, clear, and fog free. Sadly it only lasted about half a mile, then I descended in to the fog again. I was thinking...probably a bit too hard about the what sort of metaphor this could possibly be, and then it hit me like a ton of bricks! So here it goes, my metaphor of the fog.
Our lives here on this mortal probation are like being immersed in a thick fog. We cannot see ahead of us, and cannot really even see where we came from. We just trudge along, and try to stay within the lines, and not hit anyone along the way. Once in a while we hit a clear spot. Our minds become suddenly clear, we get some sort of personal revelation. We can see right in front of us, and know exactly where we are going. Once we have a plan in motion again, and sometimes before we are ready, we are again plunged head first into the fog fighting for that sense of clarification we once had. There is a difference this time though, now we have a purpose and a plan, we know that the fog will not last forever. We know that if we just endure till the next clear spot we can make it out, and we will forever be blessed and happy because of it!
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