The fog rolled in this morning. With all the rain and snow melting the air was permeated with moisture. In the dark of early morning it was not possible to see more than a few feet in front of my car as I drove down Three Mile Road. I went up and down, until I crested the final hill and there it was, a light in the distance--it wasn't a star--but it was a welcome sign none-the-less. There it was shining brightly, the cross and flame of our church--a welcome beacon marking the end of my journey.
I thought how many times when our life gets foggy a little light can make all the difference. I wondered if I had ever been a little light to someone. I prayed that God would be able to help me bring a little light into someone else's foggy day.
plou
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