What is it about a foggy day that stops you or catches your attention? Is it that, for the time, you are unable to see beyond you rather than unwilling?
Honestly, its all too easy for me to live in my little bubble. As dangerous as it is; for example when I'm behind the wheel of a two ton minivan with car seats galore behind me. When I arrive home and cannot for my life remember if that last light was green or if I stopped at the stop sign. It must be even more dangerous spiritually. What have I been missing while my view of the world has been electively tailored to twenty paces or less? Lord, have mercy on your child!
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