Low clouds today, clouds that seem so close to the ground I could reach out and touch them. I can’t of course, but they seemed within reach. It’s sometimes deceptive to live on an island—distances appear distorted and confusing. One minute I’m able to see cars pass on the mainland; the next I can barely locate the markers that gauge my walk. Life is like that—sometimes we feel secure and certain of our direction, while other times we struggle to find road posts or markers. At times the low clouds are spiritual as well as physical, confusing, misleading us. Please, Heavenly Father, help me focus my eyes on you, and not be distracted by the transitory nature of earthly signs and guides. May I walk always beside you so that you guide me to my final home. Amen.