During my morning walk, the ridge on which I live is clear, and the mountain in the distance is clear. In between, the valley is filled with fog. God has obscured the landscape.
What is down there, where we must walk? Perhaps there is a dangerous roaring river, almost impossible to cross. Perhaps there hidden, treacherous cliffs. But just maybe there are musical brooks and enchanting paths for us to discover.
All of us, the world over, are heading into the fog of the unknown because of the pandemic. There are hazards no doubt, but there are also blessings to discover, hidden in that same fog.
Yea, though we walk through the valley of the shadow….
Gil Meyer 