Into the fog

Work went really well last night. I was on two units I hadn't been on before, but it was incredibly slow. After I passed a few meds, I didn't know what to do with myself. For two hours I had nothing to do, but all I wanted to do was sleep. I dozed in the med room for awhile, but every beep from outside the closed door kept me conscious and aware that someone could be asking for me at any moment. This is the first time I've gotten out of work on time. I finished all my meds and the day nurses didn't have to pick up my slack. I felt like a real nurse!!!

As I drove home through morning traffic (which is slightly frustrating when I am longing for my bed), I heard on the radio that there was a lot of fog in the area. I turned onto 303, a road I am very familiar with, as I drive it several times a day, and my church sits just there on 303 and route 8. I am familiar with the twists and turns, the roadkill, where the speed limit changes, where police officers like to sit, where the road bumps, and the mile markers, with 11 being slightly crooked. But today, fog enveloped my familiar route. It was such an odd thing to watch cars "disappear" in front of me, and "appear" from no where coming at me with blurry headlights. This got me thinking of a passage I read with my Bible study a few weeks ago in Ephesians 2, where Paul writes about who we formerly were, before we knew Christ. He writes, "And you were dead in the trespasses and sins in which you once walked, following the course of this world, following the prince of the power of the air, the spirit that is now at work in the sons of disobedience—³among whom we all once lived in the passions of our flesh, carrying out the desires of the body and the mind, and were by nature children of wrath, like the rest of mankind." I heard the "power of the air" described like being immersed in fog. And it made sense. When I am living in the ways of the world, in which I formerly lived, nothing is familiar. I can't make out the truth of what's around me. All I have to go by is the what the car in front of me is doing, a blind guide. I can't see that my church 20 away from me, or the deer that is about to jump in front of my car, or that the fog has an ending. There were so many parallels that came to mind. God has lifted me out of the fog by his Son Christ, and I never have to live in confusion or fear, he has lifted the veil, I can see him and follow him now. But I can also choose the fog.

Which will it be?

Also my car doesnt' have fog lights. I'm not even sure how those help.