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
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