OBSCURITY

12-8-12

As I awoke this morning to a late Autumn fog.  I was drawn to the world outside by the heavy mist lingering amidst the trees outside my window.  I did my chores early, got my husband out the door for work and headed to my van, camera in hand.   I just love to drive around early in the morning and take picture.  I guess I should say, stop, and then take the pictures.  I passed by a park by a pond with a lonely bench peering out over the bare and mist-veiled woods.  One of my favorite verses came to mind.

“Behold, I go forward but He is not there
and backward, but I cannot perceive Him.
When He acts on the left, I cannot behold Him;
He turns on the right, I cannot see Him.
But He (God) knows the way I take;
and when He has tired me, I shall come forth as gold.  
My foot has held fast to His path
I have kept His way and not turned aside.
I have not departed from the command of His lips.
I have treasured the Words of His mouth 
more than my necessary food.”
Job 23:8-12

Life has a way of sneaking up on us from behind.  Our view is obscured on every side by uncertainty.  In life, I have found only one who never changes, one who is always there, who never leaves me nor forsakes me.  So often I feel unsure about the road that lies ahead of me.  I so often feel distracted and drawn back into the broken places behind me.  My peripheral vision is blurred so that I cannot see but a step in front of me.  I find that I do not need to find God,  for He has already found me.  I do not need to fear, for He knows the way I take.  I may lose sight of Him, but He never, ever takes His eyes off me.  So now I see I need not fear the obscurity of the future, nor be haunted by the failures of the past.  Yes, misty ways are all around me, but I am never alone.  I must spend my time knowing the One within the mist, The creator of the shadows.  He is the healer of broken hearts, the molder of shattered hopes, dreams and aspirations.  I need not fear Obscurity, when I know the creator of us all.  I will fix my eyes on Jesus, the author and perfecter of my faith, who for the joy set before Him, endured the cross, despising its shame.
I too can endure, leaving behind all the broken pieces.  I can put down the glue bottle and stop trying to piece my life back together.  I must simply know and trust the One who dwells within my obscurity and trust His plan for all my days
God bless you all this day