On my way to work this morning, the weather was densely foggy and I began to catch myself running towards a negative thought pattern that would have sounded something like this —“Why is it so foggy?  With all these beautiful trees and bushes blooming, why is this fog ruining what could be a beautiful, sunny spring day?  This stinks.  I can’t see three feet in front of me. Blah blah blah….”  All at once I stopped my diatribe and jumped off my narcissistic train.  I challenged myself to take a look at how beneficial the fog could be.

As I was exercising and stretching a new thought pattern toward my new friend, fog, I saw a farmer on his John Deere tractor preparing his rich black dirt for seed.  Iowa is one of the premiere breadbaskets of the United States and the world.  Knowing that caused me to think how God has to orchestrate the weather to achieve such an abundance of crops.  Could it be that “my” sunny morning may have burned such young seedlings?  Could it be that fog was protecting and holding moisture in for those new plants?  As I thought about that, I looked over in the lane next to me and saw an elderly woman driving with her sunglasses on.  Could it be the fog was there to help her with her sensitivity to light?

By the time I got to work, the clouds had cleared and God had given me a sunny day, but not before giving me a great lesson.  Isaiah 44:22 says, “I have wiped out your transgressions like a thick cloud and your sins like a heavy mist. Return to Me, for I have redeemed you.” The fog was there for countless reasons and one was God causing me to think, to stretch, and be reminded of His perfect timing and great love.

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