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.
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