The last week has been misty, grey, cozy. Cozy but a little bleak.
The other day the girls and I went for a walk before dusk, and the world we found outside was incredibly beautiful, veiled in fog.
Then, not even a mile up the mountain, we neared a level space and suddenly broke out above the mist, revealing a brilliant blue evening sky and the most fantastical candy colored clouds. It was like stepping into fairyland. A sherbet-hued sunset lay below us, and the comforting trees surrounding stood tall and still against it all.
All too soon we descended down into the fog again before darkness fell, but I'll carry the memory of that beautiful place above our little world of grey mist through many a day when everything looks bleak and dreary below.
"For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways, saith the Lord.
For as the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways, and my thoughts than your thoughts.
For as the rain cometh down, and the snow from heaven, and returneth not thither, but watereth the earth, and maketh it bring forth and bud, that it may give seed to the sower, and bread to the eater:
So shall my word be that goeth forth out of my mouth: it shall not return unto me void, but it shall accomplish that which I please, and it shall prosper in the thing whereto I sent it.
For ye shall go out with joy, and be led forth with peace: the mountains and the hills shall break forth before you into singing, and all the trees of the field shall clap their hands."
--Isaiah 56: 8-12
