I found this post tonight, in my drafts from November 2012. Thought I’d share…
The clouds came down and touched the earth yesterday, and I fumbled around, feeling my way.
I remembered the blue sky, the clarity, how I could see for miles. For a moment, I longed for this. I wanted to see, to know, to not have to trust.
I feel blind in the fog, questioning, which way to go? How to get there? Where are you, Lord? What is God doing?
How quickly I forget that He who rides on the clouds is closer to me in the fog than ever before; that He who guided the Israelites with clouds, is guiding me now and always. He is faithful, and I must obediently and patiently wait on His timing.
Sometimes the cloud stayed only from evening till morning, and when it lifted in the morning, they set out. Whether by day or by night, whenever the cloud lifted, they set out. Whether the cloud stayed over the tabernacle for two days or a month or a year, the Israelites would remain in camp and not set out; but when it lifted, they would set out. At the Lord’s command they encamped, and at the Lord’s command they set out. They obeyed the Lord’s order, in accordance with his command through Moses.
When the cloud came down over the tabernacle, the Israelites waited. When the cloud lifted, they set out.
My path is hidden in the fog, I must reach for God and cling to Him. I must trust in His way, in His timing, in His plan. I must let go of myself and cling to Him. Where He goes, I’ll go, where He stays, I’ll stay, where He moves, I’ll move.
I will follow Him.