Fog swirls about the island, erasing everything that’s known and familiar. I can’t recognize shapes or colors, and my surroundings seem foreign to me. My life is sometimes like that. When problems arise, I feel as if I am alone, shrouded from help or care, unable to recognize the shapes that surround me. In the fog, nothing seems hopeful; everything appears threatening. Please, God, reach out to me whether I’m in the whiteness of fog or the blackness of despair. Help me to feel your presence always, and let me know that you abide with me even when I can’t see your face. Assure me that your love and presence are eternally mine; when the fog lifts, let me recognize that you were always there beside me. Amen.