Yosemite’s webcam feed was white with slight color around the edges. Half Dome hidden behind cloud, mist or fog. A novice, unfamiliar with Yosemite, viewing the web-cam might decide that there wasn’t much to see. A tourist dropped into that scene would never see the splendor the other side of the clouds if they left the park; would never experience the grandeur if they didn’t wait it out---if they refused to persevere. Psalm 23 might look like that if viewed through webcam.
The wife and I are walking through a valley right now. We are a week out from her father’s passing. Our jobs have been difficult this year so that we are stressed about them even off the clock. My bad work schedule means we don’t connect. God’s been difficult to see. Like the webcam view; He’s visible around the edges. Peace is hard in coming.
The whiteout condition doesn’t mean Half Dome and Yosemite falls don’t exist. The anxiety in my chest is a response to what I perceive. Mentally I meditate; “…Thou art with me.” There is a trail ahead---though it looks like the mountain drops off. For a minute the mist breaks---the traveler shouts, “There it is!”---as their view of the valley affirms what they knew to be true all along.