This morning, patches of fog presented themselves as I rode to work. Travelling toward the sun as I rode, it was quite glary at times, and difficult to see through. I noticed that my visor, jacket and jeans collected moisture, remaining on me as evidence of the fog through which I'd travelled.
As I looked at the fog, my destination blurred. Once I recognised this and set my sights back on the destination, my journey became clearer.
It occurred to me that, often in life, I get distracted by the fog around me. Too often I turn my gaze toward the fog: my schedule, tasks, relationships, various roles I fulfill, temptations. More than I like to admit, I actually pursue the things within the fog. In addition, I carry some evidence on me that I've been through fog.
Things become much clearer when I return my gaze to the Son in my life. The fog is still around, but my direction is clear.
Are you looking at the fog or the Son?
