The mornings are darker now when I arise. Ghost-trees float in the fog. Watercolor landscapes surround me—the mist dilutes, laying down the wash.
And I am worrying—again.
The future is uncertain; all I see is this fog ahead. I am having trouble navigating through. I grope around blindly…stumble, fall.
I know in my heart the way to go, but I am lost in this tangle of fear.
Which way to go?
Then, there is this that rings through the mist…coming from inside of me, it seems:
“I will instruct you and teach you in the way you should go; I will counsel you and watch over you.”
I will wait. I will wait on You.
If you are interested in going on a self-journey, being whisked away by nature’s calling, join us over here for a good read. We start Oct. 5th.