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An atmospheric phenomenon.
Raining cats and dogs.
Every cloud has a silver lining.
Head in the clouds.
Snowed under.
Under the weather.
Cloud Nine.
To be a breeze.
Come rain or shine.
The calm before the storm.
Face like thunder. (kil)
Atmospheric phenomenon.
Concealment of escape.
Protection from the enemy.
Up, Up and Away until and if and the dissipations render the eyes and senses capable of restored clarity from impaired visibility.
In a fog: Confused. Preoccupied. Not paying attention.
”Fog envelops the world in a soft silence, where peace and serenity can be found in every breath.” (hdt)
”You never realized how thick your fog was until it lifted. (jrw)
Yea.
I gotchu.
You see, sometimes we are so knee deep in it. We cannot see the forest for the trees. Beyond the haze and endless days of fear, anxiety and struggles.
Quiz:
In life, in your experiences, in your opinion, what would be needed to lift the fog in your life for you to be able to live the life you are destined to live? The life you think you are destined to live?
A day in the life of fog—
Destiny bites?
Reality bites?
Bite me.
Yea.
I gotchu.
The difference between the vent and the rant. Who is paying attention. To the messenger and the message.
More importantly.
I get it.
Been there done that.
A time or two. In a quest to figure out the mess through the haze of the days. Fog doesn’t begin to describe the combustible confusion that determines the difference between the rant and the vent. A low-lying cloud, if you will. Remembering back to environmental sciences of the unexplainable phenomenon that cannot be explained.
The low-lying cloud?
The low-hanging fruit.
Same difference.
Which is easy to pick? Literally. Figuratively.
The potential risk of the result is both the rub and the remedy: One cannot ever precisely predict the weather. At at the risk of eliminating thousands of algorithmic -prediction-jobs. For a day at the beach💪🏻
Mother Nature has the first and last word on all things phenomena.
And.
God.
What to expect when you are expecting a storm of epic proportions.? A portion of the truth. Both fog and wine begin as tiny water droplets of possibilities in the calm before the predictable and unpredictable storms in our lives. To obey. To honor those who have gone before us.
Dry January.
A Virga Season.
Drench February?
Deluge.
Rainy season? Snowy season?
The shaft?
Given the shaft. A dry storm is an observable streak or shaft of precipitation that evaporates or sublimates before reaching the ground. (wk). Air pressure increases closer to the ground. Virgae also have a role in seeding the storm cells.🙂
Bite me.
Fog forms.
So tiny are the droplets that they cannot even be seen. Invisible like the terrors in our minds until the memory brings them to the surface causing a rant and vent in unison.
Bite me.
Storm cells develop.
An air mass that contains up and down drafts in convective loops and moves as a single entity, functioning as the smallest unit of storm-producing system. (wk).
The eyes become blurred.
The lines become blurred.
A cold shiver down the spine renders our consciousnesses fogged and hazed because the remedy was found in the hands of the enemy who had no intention of releasing the grip of dependency,
On you.
Destiny bites.
Reality bites.
Bite me.
The senses knew when the storm was developing, when the storms were subsequently and reluctantly moving their way toward the center.
Unpredictable rants versus death defying vents. The difference between the pill of life and the pill of death. Given with the unintended consequences and intentions of atmospheric phenomenon producing unintended consequences of which no one will take accountability of, much less ownership.
Anger bubbles up in a haze of the days. No where to run. No where to hide. Nothing left to fight for in the interest of life here on earth.
Then one noticeable day, suddenly the fog finds itself sitting next to the mountain and the world takes on a new and beautiful perspective.
Wondrous.
”He moves mountains without their knowing it and overturns them in his anger.” (Job 9:5)
Mother Nature sent word.
And.
God heard.
”His power to move mountains without warning, and to shake the earth and make the stars and sun disappear.” “When God becomes angry He can move mountains.
What is the result?
Faith.
Beautiful, wondrous faith.
The fog will lift with the touch of hand, a realization we are not alone.
By: Healing is Right
God Who Moves The Mountains
”He is not confined, He confounds
He will not resign, He resounds
He is not restrained, oh hear the sound
Oh hear the sound.
Rocks are falling, the broken calling
To the God who moves the mountains
The earth is shaking, the weary waking
To the God who moves the mountains
The God who moves the mountains
He is not surprised, He surrounds
He cannot be stopped, He astounds
He is drawing near, oh hear the sound
Oh hear the sound!
Rocks are falling, the broken calling
To the God who moves the mountains
To the God who moves the mountains
The earth is shaking, the weary waking
To the God who moves the mountains
To the God who moves the mountains
You say speak, and we say “love”
You say watch what you can do
You say trust and then you prove
You’re the God who moves the mountains
The God who moves the mountains
You say speak and we say “move”
And you say watch what You can do
And You say trust, and then You prove
You’re the God who moves the mountains
The God who moves the mountains.
Rocks are falling, the broken calling
The earth is shaking, the weary waking
To
The God that moves the mountains.
As I sat quiet, out of nowhere, I felt a whisp, a gentle breeze that tickled my arm as my hands were folded in a quiet moment of reverence. My once again silent plea to make it stop. I looked up to see a clearing in the sky, the fog lifting before my very eyes.
What stood before me was majestic proof. A calmness came over me. I said “Thank You” aloud to
The God who moved the mountains.
The sounds of the lifting fog were quiet and the mood was serene. My pain dissipated. Calmness came over me. Forgiveness. Mercy. Strength.
He is magnificent. He surrounds. He astounds.
The God who moved the mountain
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