{"id":491,"date":"2015-12-11T04:55:46","date_gmt":"2015-12-11T04:55:46","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.karen-gustafson.com\/?p=491"},"modified":"2015-12-11T05:01:41","modified_gmt":"2015-12-11T05:01:41","slug":"lessons-learned-in-dense-fog","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.karen-gustafson.com\/?p=491","title":{"rendered":"Lessons learned in dense fog"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Today started with such promise.\u00a0 I was going to my son&#8217;s cross country breakfast to celebrate the great season they had and then drive to see my daughter at college for lunch.<\/p>\n<p>The breakfast was great.\u00a0 The coach told the boys how proud she was of them, how much she loved them, and\u00a0encouraged them to continue to push themselves both physically and academically.\u00a0 Plus, there was a wonderful offering of\u00a0breakfast treats.<\/p>\n<p>As I was getting ready to leave, my phone rang.\u00a0 I looked down to see that it was my aunt.\u00a0 My heart sank.\u00a0 I knew before I answered why she was calling.\u00a0 Another aunt had been battling a rare, aggressive cancer for almost two years and was declining in health; she\u00a0died in the e<a href=\"http:\/\/www.karen-gustafson.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/12\/10357473_10203755503186009_4044010572899075843_n.jpg\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-493\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"size-medium wp-image-493 alignleft\" src=\"http:\/\/www.karen-gustafson.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/12\/10357473_10203755503186009_4044010572899075843_n-300x235.jpg\" alt=\"10357473_10203755503186009_4044010572899075843_n\" width=\"300\" height=\"235\" srcset=\"http:\/\/www.karen-gustafson.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/12\/10357473_10203755503186009_4044010572899075843_n-300x235.jpg 300w, http:\/\/www.karen-gustafson.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/12\/10357473_10203755503186009_4044010572899075843_n.jpg 570w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><\/a>arly morning hours.\u00a0 I held it together while I said my goodbyes to Coach, but as I hugged my son goodbye, the tears began to sting my eyes.\u00a0 He sweetly walked me to the van as I told him the news.\u00a0 He was very kind and compassionate as I expressed my sorrow and weariness of death.\u00a0 I hugged him good bye, got in the van, and began my three hour drive to see my daughter.<\/p>\n<p>The\u00a0dense fog\u00a0I encountered matched my mood, dark and gloomy.\u00a0 I began to think about the past eight days; the one year anniversary of my mom&#8217;s death, the death and funeral of\u00a0my kids&#8217; friend&#8217;s mom, and now\u00a0my aunt&#8217;s death.\u00a0 I thought about all the deaths we grieved in the past year and the numerous funerals we&#8217;ve attended.\u00a0 My heart was heavy and my soul weary.<\/p>\n<p>That&#8217;s when God started speaking to my heart.\u00a0 He told me to keep my eyes on Him and He would lead me through the fog, just like the truck\u00a0He provided.<\/p>\n<p>You see, there was this green Chevy truck in front of me.\u00a0 I had become somewhat attached to it.\u00a0 The driver was driving at a good rate of speed (not painfully slow or recklessly), he slowed down when the speed limit dropped, and he made sure that he kept a safe distance behind the car in front of him.\u00a0 Somehow, I felt more at ease following him given the road conditions and my state of mind.\u00a0 I slowed when he did.\u00a0 I sped up when he did.\u00a0 I kept\u00a0my eyes on where he was going.<\/p>\n<p>Right now life seems hazy and dark.\u00a0 Things just don&#8217;t seem clear and I feel a little uncertain.\u00a0 So God reminded\u00a0me to focus on Him; go where He goes, slow when He slows, speed up when He\u00a0speeds up, turn when He turns.\u00a0\u00a0He reminded me to\u00a0trust that He knows the road and where we are going.\u00a0 He reminded me that fog eventually burns off and the sun shines again.<\/p>\n<p>But for now, just follow&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Today started with such promise.\u00a0 I was going to my son&#8217;s cross country breakfast to celebrate the great season they had and then drive to see my daughter at college for lunch. 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