A new season

FOG SEASON!!!!

So, I know about the normal four seasons, even monsoon season, hurricane, rain, various words related to water.....but i hadn't ever heard of this...in fact, i laughed the first time i heard it and the seriousness people associated with it. Yup, that's right...apparently there's a season called fog season and this wk, i have fully come to acknowledge and loathe said fog season. This is when practically every day is started with a thick silent gray fog that settles everywhere. Sometimes, it doesn't burn off till noon, and rarely, it fails to appear altogether. Since the causeway is 23 miles one way, and my drive time to work is about an hr give or take 15 depending on time of day....i've continued my self interrogation and feeling discovery (celia, you'd be proud...who needs a therapist...just get on a bridge).

What a difference a day makes! After i blogged on friday, i got up early to start my trek across the lake on monday and was comforted by a gorgeous day, the sun shining brightly through the puffy clouds and perfectly blue skies. Warmed my heart a little. Tues, I rose to the fog and after hearing about dreaded convoys (hold questions till later), I hurried giving myself extra time just in case.....the fog was thick. So thick you couldn't see past the bridge's edges....everything was dark, you have to slow down and take it one piece at a time. About 5 miles out, there the sun was, shining, and the sky was clear....just when i thought the day was doomed. On the south shore was a few miles of fog as well....but I felt like God was saying I'll always give you a fog clearing when you need it...a little sunshine in the gloom....just keep on the straight path, follow me, i'll lift you when you need it. Wed...let the convoys begin...apparently when the fog gets especially bad, the police convoy small groups across the bridge....here's my translation of this: sometimes God gives us mentors, with flashing lights, someone who knows the rd better than you, that has been there even longer than you, to safely get you to the other side....just watch, follow, and look out for the lights. Problem is, you gotta remember....they may know the road a little better, but they are only human. Just as you can only see a certain distance in front of you, they too have limited sight distance. There are still dangers, passing cars within the convoy, and the fog's still there, but at least you have a partner. This is when we have to remember to turn to God ultimately. He's the one that can see everything...not just the 23 miles....but even further down the rd. It is an amazing feeling though when i get on the causeway and can see all the way to the other side...i've run 26 miles, so it's really cool to be able to see that far. i wish in life i could see that far out all the time, but usually we are only granted to the first turn around pt, sometimes even less, when the fog settles in. A little prayer and faith can be the breakthrough light beams, illuminting a little further into the distance when needed.

Oh, and watch out for the multitude of suicidal dive-bombing huge birds lurking around the bridge....you all know who those are in life.....gotta be on the lookout!