Fog

 The fog is thick and heavy at the farm (and likely all of Clatsop County)

It lays upon the fields.
The mountains are covered and unseen.

The sun is rising but is hidden behind the thick blanket of mist

 

and caps over the tall trees

birds nestled up high can be heard with their morning song

 

There is always hope that the sun will burn it away and shine bright on the day, but

sometimes the grip of the fog is so tight that it holds on until very late in the day revealing only a short glint of light before it is covered again in the darkness of night. 

Where is the sun?

I never question that the sun is there. I know it is. I just can't see it.

The fog wont last forever.

Soon it will come to pass.
Like many things in life it is temporary.

Trials.. Temporary

Sadness.. Temporary

Stress.. Temporary

Sickness.. Temporary

Life.. Temporary

Just like the fog sometimes these things burn away quickly and pass, but other times they linger and hold on.
It seems like the fog (trial, sadness, stress) will never lift.
Where is the son?

When will He shine?
Then I remember.. He is always there, always shining.
Sometimes I just feel like I can't see or feel Him, but He is always there.

Burning away the trials of life.
Shining bright like the sun.

We don't yet see things clearly. We're squinting in a fog, peering through a mist. But it won't be long before the weather clears and the sun shines bright! We'll see it all then, see it all as clearly as God sees us, knowing him directly just as he knows us! 1 Corinthians 13:12

Blessed is me...