“Are you waiting for the fog of your life to lift today? Waiting for circumstances to change, for the way forward to clear?
They have 37 words for fog in the Faroe Islands, for fog that makes all things disappear, fog that enshrouds all that is in mystery, fog that blankets the steep grass roofs and sheep winding up sheer mountain sides hanging over the silver sea.
We witnessed it there: Unbelievable sights surrender daily to unscripted skies. Fickle northern waves swirl surround these islands, endlessly changing, and so fickle, untamed weather swirls around everyone, endlessly changing.
This is what they call the Land of Maybe.
Maybe there will be visibility, maybe there will pea-soup grey, maybe there will be sunlight, maybe there will only be the thickest mist.
Maybe there is actually only one land that any of us live in: The Land of Maybe.
The language always spoken in the Land of Maybe is simply Let Go.
Maybe we will get to live out our days laughing loud and lingering long and happy around tables in the deepening golden light, or maybe…. maybe we will ache and howl at the moon as our hearts break. Maybe we’ll get to live, to go, to comeback, to rise, or maybe…. maybe we do not.
Plan in pencil. Only (Abba) God writes in stone.
Even in the fog, we are always called to the paradox: Sojourners on the Way, we are called to be these strange pilgrims who live the paradox of waiting on the Lord, while we keep putting one step in front of the other, following the Lord, wherever He leads interior soul stillness.
On one hand, we wait —and with the other, we work. And the Lord tells us what belongs in the waiting hand and what belongs in the working hand.
Stillness is a posture of the soul, not a paralysis of one’s life.
Your fog can feel like forever — but move forward, even one step and your fog can be gone.
Unless you are willing to move ahead in unfavourable conditions, you can’t truly know the favour of (Abba) God.
Favorable conditions aren’t guaranteed — only the favour of His unconditional love.
The way things are in this moment, are not the way things will be if you keep moving forward.
Finding a way through, is like crossing a river, from stone to stone: You have to let go and leap if you’re ever going to make it to the other side.
#PlanInPencil #TrustAbba #TakeTheLeap”
Ann Voskamp
