Driving into the Fog

I'm not sure why I got up at 5:30 this weekend morning. More importantly, I'm not sure what possessed me to not only get out of bed, but to go for a drive. It was dark since the sun had not yet crested the mountains encompassing me. It was cold since the sun had not yet warmed the chilly night air. It was beautiful since the night had not yet been dissolved. As I drove, the light fog of the early morning surrounded me. I had fairly good vision, though, so I kept driving, aimlessly, appreciating the beauty of this world all around me. The fog split and dissipated in front of my meager headlights. Although I couldn't see everything in front of me, inch by inch, the fog cleared, giving me a little more insight into where I was headed. The road was uncertain in parts, around curves and up hills, yet the journey I was on was not over. I ended up on a hill, watching the sun rise. It has been too long since I've taken in this breathtaking beginning of the day. The sunset is amazing, a promise that tomorrow will come, but the sunrise is a fulfillment of that promise. The sunrise revives hope, wakens the soul, and clears the fog.

I began to realize that my life is this way. As I drive, the road is not always so clear. As I wander seemingly aimlessly through the wilderness, piece by piece, my destiny is revealed. I'm not sure what that final end will be like. I'm not sure where I am going. I'm terrified as I drive around curves and up hills, yet each part of my path brings new beauty. As I head full force into the fog of my future, the haze dissipates, clearing what was once a mystery shrouded in doubt. As I drive, it is slowly beginning to make sense. One day, that "ah ha" moment will happen, the light bulb will come on, and suddenly I will be in the midst of my destiny, sitting on the top of the mountain watching the sun rise. Until then, I'll drive through the fog and appreciate the scenery.