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Foggy Nights, A Letter To A Friend
By Curtis Johnson

I have driven on  snowy and icy roads in Wisconsin and Illinois.  In the summer’s heat of the Sacramento Region, I have driven in cars, vans, and bobtails without air conditioning.  I have driven the curving two lane road of highway 49 through Jackson and all the way to Twain Hart past Sonora.  I have driven through floods and forced to spend a night and a day at a Red Cross facility in Marin County, Ca.  In the early winter season of Sacrament,  I have driven through the foggy nights, wondering if I would really reach my destination.  Though I gained some skill at driving on snow and ice, I don’t want to spend any winters in those states again.  The Sacramento heat wearied me; the curves cautioned me; the floods made me patient; the Red Cross made me grateful; and as other vehicles passed me on cool foggy nights, I always wondered what they saw that I could not.  

The driving situations mentioned above caused me pause, but none frighten more that driving through fog.
I have always been highly challenged by driving through the fog, but there are life lessons to be learned from such an endeavor.  Sometimes in life we really cannot see where we are going, and we do not have the luxury of stopping, or so we think.  If we do not slow down or stop, surely danger or tragedy awaits us just ahead, more sooner than later.                                                                                                                                      
In the fog is where we must pray, “Lord, I cannot see my way”.                         In the fog is where we must listen to his voice telling us to stop or slow the pace.   In the fog is where we decide who and what is most important on the roadways of our lives. In the fog is where we must conclude, that all else must wait until the Lord directs my path and clears away the fog in my life.

Daniel, my brother, my friend, God has not released you from the intercessory pulse beats of my heart.  I only know that I love you, I am praying for you, and I want you to know this:  I have experienced spiritually foggy nights in my life, and for a season, I sped straight forward not knowing or caring what was ahead.   All that I can say to you my friend is that it did not bode well for me until I stopped and allowed Christ to take the wheel and drive me through the fog.

I love you my friend.

Cj10082013
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