The definition of fog (according to Google) is quite simple. It’s a thick cloud of tiny water droplets suspended in the atmosphere at or near the earth's surface which obscures or restricts visibility.

But the feeling of fog is quite surreal. It’s cozy with a slice of eerie to it. And it’s what I woke up to on Wednesday morning last week.

I had stayed up late and woke up early to spend some quiet time with Jesus. With just the sound of a fresh pot of coffee brewing, my cat, Charlie, purring on my lap, and the sound of the furnace keeping the house at its overnight 65 degrees, I sat in our Great Room and looked out the window. The sun hadn’t yet crested our timber’s ravine, and I felt like I had the entire world to myself. Well, to myself and Charlie, that is……