The fog was so deep the other day I could not even see the lake out my back window. As I prayed, I remembered another morning I shared with God as an elementary school boy. I wrote a psalm about it and decided to share it with you. I am thankful for all the ways God has been near to me from an early age until now. I look forward to new revelations in the new year.
I ran across the familiar playground
in the fog
until I reached the backstop in the far corner
Others would soon have the same idea.
But for now I was all alone
feeling the silencing muffle of the cloud.
I need muffling
but I am longing for sunshine.
I need silencing
but I am waiting for others to arrive.
I need waiting
and here is my psalm:
I will trust in this small wait,
this little silence,
this brief appreciation of the fog
because you are trustworthy —
certainly not because I expect great vistas again soon
when the pesky fog lifts,
and not because I will keep anxieties from crowding out your embrace
in the silence,
or because I won’t fill my life with people before it is too late
as I wait;
it is because you are trustworthy.
And even as a child in the fog
my moments with you taught me your presence
and all about my ultimate safety,
no matter what happens next.
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So so beautiful. Thank you for sharing that and reminding me, deep I’m my soul, that God is trustworthy