some days it’s murky

I suppose there are days, even seasons of life when it feels like this…dreary, foggy, unclear, just enough sight to move forward a little.  You’ve probably felt this way, maybe even this week.  I sure have.

It can be disconcerting and confusing.  Bear Grylls would call it disorientating (I thought he meant disoriented, but then I looked it up and found that either works).  A foggy future can be discouraging and depressing.  Some handle it better than others, but my supposition is that we all have our limits as to how much we can take.

But it won’t be like this forever.  And I don’t have to see the end of the road–the destination–to know that I’m headed in the right direction.  Sometime faithful means staying the course, trusting the directions, and driving on.

faithful…full of faith…full…

I guess I better get myself to the fillin’ station.