The Fog Lifter

In ancient Appalachia in another state at a Bed and Breakfast that harkens back to the turn of the last century, half expecting the Innkeeper to have our buggy hitched and tied outside for our departure.  It is Sunday morning coming down, deep fog cloaks the mountains and trees that border our Inn and the gardens hang silently soaked in dew.  It is very quiet.  Read this in my Puritan Prayer book this morning; “…teach us to live in thee; the Light-Dweller, inaccessible to man and angels, hiding thyself behind the elements of creation, but known to us in Jesus,” It is such reassurance that God makes Himself clearly known in the created world but clears the oft cloaking fog with the Love that is Christ Jesus, The Fog Lifter.