Out of the fog

Early morning is shrouded in fog here in the mountains. When I first awaken I see vague shapes, undefined blurs of distant peaks with slivers of blue between the stretches of hungry clouds devouring the land. Slowly the cloud burns away and


the city emerges.

As our team performed yesterday in the midst of creative geniuses from all over the world, it is easy to feel like a beautiful mountain, hidden by the fog. There are so many clouds taller and thicker. And there are times when the fog doesn't lift all day. But there is eventually a time when the mountain, quietly growing it's lush forests will find the sun. And when it explodes into view, we realize it had been there all along and all it needed was the light and warmth of the sun. My team,nurtured and supported by the warmth of loving parents and friends, did their best yesterday. It is probably not enough to win a medal, but the mountain of character and skill is growing and preparing for the moment when it bursts out of the fog.

Genesis 22:14
On the mountain of the Lord it will be provided.
Nothing is impossible with God
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