Yesterday morning a summer fog blanketed everything in sight of our kitchen windows. Moments after Jonathan and Danny left for work early to beat the 99-degree heat coming later, Jonathan texted me suggesting that I take a little walk down the driveway to see all the stunning spider webs jeweled with the heavy dew.
I took him up on it and started off, past the barn and down the driveway.
I could not believe how many cobwebs there were! Not just hundreds but thousands. Many were connected with silken threads, woven by the master weavers of the field--the lowly spiders.
Fog lay further down by the river the morning before and the morning after yesterday's fog,
but yesterday, the fog--as the sun rose--revealed thousands of intricate designs.
Patterns in the fog!
The next morning, without the fog, I could not find more than one spider web. I'm sure they were there, but they were invisible in the light and sunshine without the wetness of the fog.
During sunny, dry mornings, the patterns are invisible. But when the fog and clouds rolled in, that is when the Master Weaver's patterns emerged, delicate and breath-catching.
How often we walk through the sunny parts of life unaware of the pattern God is weaving, and when trouble comes and fog, clouds, and storms roll in, we mourn because all seems dark and we cannot see ahead.
Just wait for the dawn!
The rising sun will reveal that even in the fog, even in the darkness, even in the storm, God is weaving more of His plan for our lives.
Elisabeth Eliott wrote, “Sometimes
we need to simply endure the emotional turmoil and the painful crown of
thorns, whatever that may mean in our lives, because such things
prepare our hearts as God’s dwelling place.”
Just as the dampened, intricately woven spider webs were catching the light of dawn, so God will reveal, sometimes best in the fog and darkness, His purpose for our lives.
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