In spite of our best efforts, sometimes life overcomes us. It is impossible for us to lift ourselves up by our boot strings. We can put on masks, of course, but we know, deep within ourselves that we are living a lie, pretending that all is well when it is not. But then, one day, a miracle happens. In God’s time; in God’s way, He comes, and life shows a hint of colour, of sunlight. I wrote this post a while ago, at such a time as this. I pray that it may bring comfort and encouragement to those who feel that God is far away at the beginning of this year.
I see the mist fall. Gently in soft waves it descends. It swirls in streamers of silent motion. Twisting and drifting it wraps itself around me. I feel it brush my skin with feather-light touch and minute droplets form on my face and hands. It weaves around my mind and heart.
Gently, quietly it accomplishes its purpose. I feel my sadness and oppression melt away. It is as if the fog in my life is lifted by the mist. Slowly without hurry, the mist wraps around my arms and legs, every part of me is cocooned by the swirling mist.
And I know then – this is the Lord. He surrounds me with the gentle presence of His Holy Spirit, holding me with gossamer strands of silk. They sparkle in the light that begins to break through the fog I have lived in for so long. Now, now is the time for sunshine. Now is the time for hope to break through – and the cloud breaks up and is blown away by the Wind of God. For He is here – my Saviour – here to show me the new way, the way of hope and light and joy.
My heart begins to sing, gently at first, but with increasing energy. I know, in heart and mind that my God lives – and He is here now. I know that He goes before me into my future – however long that may be – into eternity and reunion with Him and those I love. Hallelujah! Thank you for the mist of your Spirit. Thank you for the fruit of joy that He brings.