Saturday Musings

Fog, Coffee, and Saturday Musings

Here it is Saturday, another week gone by as we begin the new year.   Like most mornings, I wandered into the kitchen in search of that first comforting cup of hot coffee. When I opened the blinds, I was met with a wall of fog so thick I could barely make out the houses across the street. The world felt hushed, wrapped in a gray blanket, as if it too was deciding whether to fully wake up.

So here I sit, coffee in hand, letting the warmth settle into my bones while I ponder what I want to do today—if anything at all. Some days call for plans; others invite us to simply breathe and take life minute by minute. Today feels like a minute-by-minute day.

Even with the fog there is a lot of activity going on across the street (a new house being built). It seems like it’s been in the making for ages, and at last the drive-way is being poured. I may just stay right here by the window and watch them work. I enjoy something being built, coming together like a jigsaw puzzle. Besides, watching the progress might be my cheap entertainment for the day! 😊

        

Some days are meant for productivity. Others are meant for fog, coffee(or a cup of hot tea), and quiet observation. I think I know what today will be.

A Scripture for Slow Mornings

“Be still, and know that I am God.” — Psalm 46:10

There’s something about a foggy morning that naturally invites stillness. The world softens, the edges blur, and we’re reminded that not every day requires motion. Some days are meant for pausing, noticing, and letting God meet us in the quiet.

Maybe that’s the gift of mornings like this: a gentle nudge to slow down, breathe deeply, and remember that even in the fog—literal or otherwise—God is near, steady, and already at work.

And as I’ve written this post, the fog has slowly lifted leaving a gray and overcast day. 

Nothing better than Christmas lights to brighten a dreary day. 

 

Until Next Time