Week before last, we spent a few days setting record low temperatures. Currently, we must be setting records for most consecutive days of dense fog. I suppose it must be that slightly warmer air over this definitely frozen ground that keeps that heavy shroud pulled over us in the Midwest. On Saturday morning at eight o’clock, the mercury reading was thirty-two degrees Fahrenheit. An hour later, it had not changed. Same reading at noon, at mid-afternoon and in early evening. When I finally pried myself away from the weather reports and retired to bed, it was still thirty-two degrees. Still foggy, too.

Yesterday, we made it up to thirty-five degrees but we did not manage to get rid of the fog. But at least we have some variety headed our way today; there’s a sixty-percent chance of drizzle with outright rain slated for tonight. Whether or not that will take away the fog remains to be seen.

What is clear, though, is that God’s love and mercy, his faithfulness, his leading and calling, his provision and training are not dependent upon climate patterns, not altered by Arctic blasts nor stalled out fronts. Beyond the whims of weather, above the fog and drizzle of this life and through every circumstance, his devotion and care do not falter.

H. Arnett
1/19/10