There is Hope Beyond the Fog
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In many ways it made perfect sense. A little girl dreams, young love whispers a prayer, a distant star is wished upon. One day without much thought, as if they were ordained by one greater, pieces fit together like a storybook puzzle encamped in boarders that let no logical process in. Hidden among the seams too small for the human eye to see, awaits an enemy ready to slither in at the first fracture. Fatigue a subtle crack; allows the mind to let seeds of doubt and complacency to enter. Lack of time joins fatigue causing nutritional choices to be reigned by a drive thru window to form another crevice paired with negative comments tossed at us by a loved one.
Dear wounded one, trust me when I say that the fog will lift. Life can and will become brighter and peaceful, no matter who you are. It doesn’t matter what has been said of you or what you have done, there is hope, just reach for it and believe. I know you feel worthless and forgotten. You are not. It's hard to explain in a simple paragraph, words cannot always convey the heart behind them, but you can be set free and that there is a God and He loves you. Trust me as you read on. You can be free. The fog that hovers over your life right now is only vapor and once the atmosphere surrounding your thoughts, fears and pain begin to change will you experience the same freedom that others have found.
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In most cases, fog is used in movies to entice the hairs on the back of out neck to stand on end. It warns us that evil is lurking around, ready to impart some monster from behind the darkness. We begin to cower in our seats and grasp the arms of our chair or the person sitting next to us tighter.
But looking at fog, in its purpose, fog is like the wrapping paper around a gift. We don't know what's beyond the paper but with hands tearing the pieces back, we see the treasure just beyond. M.o<
There is Hope Beyond the Fog is a look at a life destined for greatness, but lost in a sea of abuse, misfortune and despair. How pond scum became a self-inflicted term for one mistreated who yearned for love and normalcy and found it by holding onto the anchor of her soul and breaking through the fog.
About the Author
J.H. thrives while enjoying the diverse seasons that living in the Midwest provides. When she isn’t sitting on a boulder or under a tree writing you may find J.H. volunteering, working hard or enjoying other author’s books.