Lifted Fog
Ray and I awoke in our little cabin near Tupper Lake, New York.
Our host encouraged us to join them in the lobby for breakfast, . . .
. . . but we hurried away to see more beauties of the Adirondacks.
We did eventually stop for breakfast at a place our cottage host recommended. Even the scene behind the restaurant was beautiful.
It was so cold on that August morning that I wore my coat inside the restaurant.
By the time we got back outside, . . .
. . . the fog had lifted . . .
. . . and I watched this beautiful water bird on a tiny islet in the pond.
The Lord lifted the fog in the Adirondacks on that beautiful crisp morning. May we trust Him this morning to lift the fog in our hearts and help us see clearly the way He would have us go.
Let me hear Your lovingkindness in the morning;
For I trust in You;
Teach me the way in which I should walk;
For to You I lift up my soul.
Psalm 143:8