This morning the fog invaded our neighborhood. Thick, white fog was sitting low to the ground, and the visibility was not good. After we dropped the girls off at their school, Charles and I ended up in a nearby park we love for our morning walk. The fog was so thick that we could hardly see twenty feet ahead of us. Everything across the field was covered with a thick, white veil and the usual sight of trees, hills, bushes, walkways, trails and marshland, all disappeared behind the opaque milky vapor. It seemed as if white clouds from heaven descended to the ground, and it was disorienting.

I looked down our usual walkway ahead, and realized how different it looked in the fog. Although I could guess what would be beyond my range of vision, just because I was familiar with this particular park, I didn’t have the usual range of vision to see what was down the road. However, as I approached closer to the area that was completely hidden by the fog, I gained additional visibility to see what was within the next few paces. As if by magic, with each step I was able to gain enough visibility to move forward. I didn’t need to see the whole nine yards to move ahead; all I needed was enough visibility for the few steps ahead of me. I was able to gain enough visibility simply by moving closer to the foggy area that had been completely invisible just several strides before!

This experience with the fog had a parallel with my inner-scape. When I try to look way down the road ahead in my inner-scape, I can’t see much. I don’t know exactly what Charles and I will be doing three months, six months, or twelve months from now to feed our souls and family at the same time. All of the signposts and directions necessary to reach our stars are invisible to us now as if covered by a thick veil of fog. But just as I experienced today, I don’t need to see the whole way to get there. All I need is just enough visibility to see the ground ahead to put my foot, one step at a time. And as I get closer to the area that wasn’t visible from afar, I know I will gain the visibility I need to take my next step.  I do not need to know the whole way so long as I can see where my next step lands, and so long as I have the faith to know that my next step will be made visible to me as I move closer to the unknown, uncertain, unseen territory ahead.

By the time Charles and I walked through the entire course we usually take, the sun had burned away the fog completely and we were able to see the glorious blue sky! When the entire veil lifted up as the platinum sun transmitted its warm rays onto the earth, the contrast we saw was magical! We were able to see the familiar sight of the park with its usual “residents,” standing, moving, flying around clearly and cheerfully. Then I realized the flip side of my earlier realization regarding the fog and faith: just because something is invisible does not mean it does not exist. I have the same faith that the work that will feed our family and our souls is waiting there on the other side of the mist.