The Morning Fog

One day this past winter, Becki and I took an hour long walk down an old gravel road not far from our house.

It is a narrow road with hardly enough room for two cars to pass in most places. It winds and twists through hills and gullies and steep ravines. The trees tower over both sides of the road, creating a sunlight canopy in places.

It is one of my favorite places to walk or run. Very quiet and secluded. In fact, I can only remember meeting somebody on that road a very few times–mostly during deer hunting season.

I get a sense of peace and tranquility from the beauty of God’s creation on display. Wildlife is plentiful on this road. We’ve seen deer, turkey, and even a bobcat or two.

But on this particular day I was hurting. Enough so that I actually started this blog post, but got no further than a blank document with a two word title attached to it, although not the same title you see now.

Life is so extremely transient.

Planned changes/ directions often take a far different and unexpected tack.

Unplanned or unprepared for changes can not only take the wind out of your sails, but also leave you floundering at best or sinking at worst.

Like I said, life is so extremely transient.

Some of you who read this have the ability to look backward and see exactly how your life took shape as planned accordingly. And that’s a blessing.

Others of us look back at our lives and wonder how we got here–maybe we marvel at the unexpected while appreciating just how things developed. Certainly there can be a blessing in that.

And still others of us thought we had a plan and were working it. But then, the hull of our ship sustained massive damage. As we sink, we can’t help but wonder where the blessing is in that…

One of my blessings is the renewed ability to live in the moment. At least better than I did before. I still struggle with wanting security. I still wrestle hard with patience and wanting to know how God is going to make all of this work out now!

But, I am much more cognizant of the transitory nature of this earthly existence. I try to relish the moments where joy is found.

Things change.

Sometimes to our benefit.

Sometimes not.

Sometimes we can anticipate the changes.

Sometimes not.

Regardless, change is coming to your life and to mine.

As I write this, one of my closest friends, another long time preaching buddy, is sitting with his father, waiting on the Heavenly Father to call his Dad home. Awaiting one of the biggest changes in both their lives. There will be tears. There will be the knowledge of God’s presence. (If you will, pray for the family of Bill Huggins)

Change happens.

On that late winter walk referenced above, we found an old homestead off the road and in the woods.

IMG_0366 IMG_0368 IMG_0367

I wonder who once lived there.

I wonder what changes occurred in their lives.

I wonder how a place of hearth and home gets abandoned and slowly reclaimed by nature.

And I am reminded of the words of James 4:14, How do you know what your life will be like tomorrow? Your life is like the morning fog—it’s here a little while, then it’s gone. (NLT)

As David Bowie once said, Turn and face the strange changes… 

Life can be stranger than fiction. But be sure, change is coming, somehow, someway.

May your change be blessed.

Thanks for reading.

Les Ferguson, Jr.

2 thoughts on “The Morning Fog

  1. You don’t know how much I enjoy reading your blog, I can see God working with it. Too many times we christians leave the impression that becoming a christion through obediance to the gospel everything will be nothing but good things happening to us. Brother I hurt with you knowing the tragedy that has effected your life. Our lifes goal is to go to be with Him in heaven, our travels will have many twist and turns, ups and downs. The apostle Paul’s life showes that. His story as well as yours shows me we can attain that goal. Thanks for your blog it is encourageing story you are shareing. You will never know how many you are helping. Thanks Brother, Elton Blenden

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published.

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.