Fog and Clouds

The ground fog came quietly to the hills around the cabin, as the first rays of sun light found their way to the floor of the woods. Eventually, Gypsy and I saw only the tops of the woods covered hills that surround our cabin. As we watched the fog silently move closer and closer to the little gravel road that winds around the front of the cabin, we were reminded how many things in our lives come to us in the same way. The good, the bad and the ugly drift into our lives so quietly, that sometimes we don't notice. This is the traffic of our lives, moving to engulf us even as we sleep. If we don't keep focused on our blessings, we can get lost in the briars and brambles of the interstate highways.
During the few minutes I have been writing, I observed through the window by my desk, the day completely changing. We had to go back outside to discover exactly what had taken place. The sun had disappeared behind a layer of clouds taking all the fog with it. The woods and it's critters were silent. The clouds seemed to have soaked up all the sounds of the hills. We listened and watched to be sure. Finally, I came back inside to continue to write, while Gypsy stayed on the back porch to chew on a bone.
Life is like walking through the thick brush of the woods. As your feet move forward with every step, now and then you stumble when a vine catches the toe of your boot. You catch yourself just before you fall. Sometimes you get turned around and find yourself lost. There is a path through the woods and you eventually see it. The woods has a plan and so does your life. When the quiet time comes to you again and you are left with just yourself, you will see your plan. The blueprints will be all the blessings of your entire life and the reward will be the joy, peace and love of the rest of your life living in the rays of God's grace. Love is the most important, for without it the soul will not flourish. It is when your mind is still that your soul gets going.
Most of us have found our homes here on Earth, and realize they must be a haven of peace and happiness. They must be a blessing. As we lay claim to them, we realize as vital as they are, they aren't ours. They are worldly and temporary, but, necessary for this part of the plan. They are just on loan to us as we pass through. There is more to come. We have only seen the previews. The fog and clouds will part and disappear, and your path will be clear. If you are lucky it already is.
Gypsy is calling me from the porch. She is recreating one of her rare barking episodes. She is desperate. She wants in to take her morning nap on the navy, leather sofa that she has entirely taken as hers.
We will continue our search for all that life has, and be happy in the fog and clouds that sometimes surround us.
Today, we pray that the lost, male, cardinal that mistakenly found his way into our garage, will find his way out to the woods and freedom. Life goes on at the cabin. Praise God for His Blessings.