i cross this bridge every day. i look forward to the artistic display of God each morning as i drive across, and this is what i witnessed one day.
fog. deep, thick, immense. flooding my vision.
the bridge was not seen. yet i kept driving.
i drove because i have been here before. i remember what is there. and i am i certain that it is still there, holding me up. even though i can not see.
i see runners coming across from the opposite direction. with each footstep, they say, "go, it is there, you know that. i've been there, too. you will be ok...".
faith is like that fog. we know that He is there. we've been this path before. friends remind us of our journeys, their journeys. so why are we so hesitant? why will i drive across that bridge, but so quickly fail to see my Lord in times of fog?
build my faith, Lord, that as i cross through the waters to you, i will not lose my vision...hebrews 11:1...