We had extremely dense fog last week. It was crazy. I've never seen anything like it. School was cancelled four out of five days. It was crazy. One day as I was driving 30 mph to work, I came up with the following thoughts during an extremely dense fog in which I could only see one or two of the passing line dots in the middle of the road. It was extremely terrifying crossing roads that had oncoming traffic.
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Life is like driving through dense fog down a foreign road with many curves. I do not know where I am going. I only know a few feet at a time. Some times I'm blessed with patches of clear sailing. They are a nice respite from the fog. But then it all comes back.
Cautious, careful, and ever alert I must remain, for I don't know where God will take me. If I blink, I might miss. But even worse. If I miss his warning about a stop ahead, I could be in an accident or dead. I must remain focused on looking for warning signs and driving down the path ahead of me.
Then comes another behind me. They are pushing me to go faster. Ignorantly, I become sidetracked. My focus shifts from following the road and looking for signs to glancing in the rearview mirror to see if I'm safe. I want to change the way I am driving in order to accomodate them, but I can't without risking disaster.
Life is like driving through dense fog down a road with many curves.
Watch out for the potholes.
