March Eighteenth; Changing Within

 I finally have the last load of bed linens in the wash. I will admit that during the winter I have many blankets on my bed as I tend to get cold easily. I prefer not to have any electrically warmed blankets on my bed as I know of the time one malfunctioned on my mother and caused a medical issue. With Winter slowly losing its grip and Spring approaching, I may soon be able to remove and store the many for another season.

 My son came in for lunch today. When he left to return to work, he told me he would be late as he had some things to do after work. After he had left, I happened to look out the window. The world outside was shrouded in a low fog bank. It appeared as if a passing cloud had become curious as to what the ground was like and dropped down to have a look. I could hear the water droplets falling on the leaves and anything else beneath their path. Heavy enough to be noticed, but not so thick one could not see through.

 I grabbed my phone to try and capture some quick shots. The Nikon would have probably been better, but the phone was out in the open and handy where the Nikon is put in the cabinet out of harm’s reach. I will upload them into the computer so that access to them will be easier should I need them for a write, like this one.

Fog is an amazing thing actually. just in case you’re curious.

According to the article linked above, what we had was a flash fog. Here and gone. I’m hoping that because of the lateness of the hour the storms they were calling for have missed us and the brief fog is the worst we will have to deal with.. I guess to be sure I need to check a weather site.(Which I did not have to do as before I finished writing this my phone scared me with an alert about a tornado warning)

If you have read much of what I have shared, you know that I have few secrets. I feel that if  sharing any of the things I have gone through helps another, then tell it I should. Even if there are those who disagree.

There are times when our life journey may appear as if we are traveling through a dense fog bank. Attempts to see ahead are thwarted by the heavy mists. We can only face what is directly before us. It may very well be, that at that particular moment, what is directly before us, is all we are capable of handling at the moment. We see where we stand, what is directly around us, and we know what we must do in that instance.

Such was the case when my husband died. I could see the immediate need. Notify the family. Do what was necessary to get his body home. Once that was put into motion, I could worry about the rest. To do that, I made lists. I would then manage to lose the current list forcing me to create yet another. I’m still now, four years later, running across some of those lists I had made.

Many times though, I felt as if I were trapped in the swirling mists of fog, unable to see or find my way. Fearful of what lay ahead, fearful of what was behind. Carefully I took each step, often making missteps that had to be corrected. I would stumble, fall, but get up and keep going. There was no other choice.

Through that, I have learned self reliance. Through that, I have learned and adapted a strong reliance on my faith and my Lord.Still, this has been a fog that lingered. It would lighten, allowing me the sight of greater distance, but not fully dissipating. With the passing of time, the fog seems lighter. With the moving through the events that life hands me, the fog dissipates more. Around me I see more of the beauty and peace that is this life. Inside me, I see the strength and courage I did not realize was there.

There are secrets to be learned in the fog. We aren’t meant to see everything. We aren’t meant to have full control. We are to trust and believe that the control we do not have, God does. That doesn’t mean we are to simply sit down and accept the fog created blindness. Imagine if you can, how this world would be, if we spoke, acted and lived, in love. If we trusted in the knowledge that we are, who we are meant to be, and the blessings we have been given are to be shared. Even if all we have, is a kind heart and compassionate soul. Imagine the changing within and without, if we lived a life of love.  Something that begins, by loving our self, then spreading that love outward. Allowing that love to cover all, as the fog does.

About rebecca s revels

A writer, a photographer, a cancer survivor. An adventurer of the mild kind, a lover of the simple pleasures such as long walks and chocolate. A Christian unashamed of my faith and a friend who is dependable and will encourage readily. Author of three self published books with more waiting to find their way to paper. An advocate of good things, a fighter against wrongs.
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2 Responses to March Eighteenth; Changing Within

  1. ΠιCΘLΣ says:

    I adore foggy weather. It’s a pity I could not go outdoors so much last year to take some. Have enjoyed your photo essay. Hope you are well.

    • I do as well as long as I’m not attempting to drive in it as some do not understand the need for caution and headlights being on so as to be seen. But to walk in it is amazing.

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