Yes! You can come with me.

Please! Join me out here in the fog of the Great Unknown.

Yes, I understand. The house is comfortable. Very comfortable indeed.

But…it is also a place of idealism, judgment, and perpetual lack. Right?

Are you happy with that?

Nah. I can’t go back. I won’t. I left my fears on the porch, and they will rust there.

Yep. I know what I look like, wandering around out here in the gray fog.

I look silly.

But He is here too.

He uses a wonky walk to get me to laugh, and guides my steps

He’s given me faith, divine purpose, and grace.

So yeah, the Fog is now my home and my Shelter- my source of life and love.

And I?

I am the me I could never be, back at that old house.