I spent too much of today wishing I were somewhere else. The entire Wasatch front is covered in a nasty inversion, ad heaped upon that is a layer of thick fog. The world was grey and white and cloudy, and I missed the sunshine. Around the time of sunset, however, I noticed that the greyish white fog had been tinged a very light pink, reminding me that the sun really was behind the clouds. Had I been able to see it, I'm sure it would have been a glorious sunset, but today was a "faith" day. I couldn't see it, but there was a hint that it was there, and I trust that the days of fog will end (hopefully soon) and the sun will shine brightly again.
There are many parallels I can draw from this experience, but the one that hits me most is that though our spiritual vision may sometimes be clouded and the future may seem unsure, "the Son," our Savior, is always shining behind (and even through) the fog, providing just enough light to see us through and reminding us that soon enough the path will be clear and we will understand the meaning of all things. Until then, we hold on in faith.
I'm grateful for the beauty of the pink glow today. I'm grateful for my faith in a loving Savior who is always there to guide and direct my paths. "Trust in the Lord with all thine heart, and lean not unto thine own understanding. In all thy ways acknowledge him and he shall direct thy paths.
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