As I was driving one foggy night, I topped a hill and I could see through the fog for a moment. What an awesome sight! The clouds were scurrying along at a rather quick pace, accross the face of the huge moon that seemed to softly light up the entire sky. Quite a change from driving in that fog with "no vision". I could tell that going down the other side of that hill, I was about to enter the thick fog again, so I stayed my eyes on that view, as I slowly lost sight of that moonlit night and slipped back into the fog. Once I was back in the frustrating fog again, it dawned on me...That moon and clouds were still there. I couldn’t see them, but I knew they were there, and if I could raise myself high enough, I would be able to see them. This experience reminded of how we walk by faith through the tough times,
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