Today on the mountain there was fog. There was so much fog that I felt like I was suffocating. I felt like I was drowning. I felt like I was going blind. I felt claustrophobic. You get the picture, right?
I skied all day in it. I had two kids with me and we could see maybe twenty feet in front of us. It was getting to me so bad that I even prayed so hard that God would make the sun come out and break through the thick fog and shed some much needed light on us. It didn't work right away.
I ended up teaching both my lessons in this deep fog, but around 3pm we took a break and went into the trailer to warm up our fingers and I felt somewhat of a burden being lifted.
Then after such a long, heavy day, I walked to my car and the fog began to disappear. It gradually lifted from off the mountain and as I descended to the valley the sun broke through the clouds and I began to feel light and I took deep breaths and began to see clearly again.
Doesn't it feel so good when the same thing happens spiritually and/or emotionally?
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