It is a brisk fall morning along the Carolina shore. I am walking along with a friend who wants to talk about the struggles he is having, trying to make a choice about a new direction in life. “It is as though I am driving in a fog and cannot see which way to turn,” he says. “I do not know what to do.”
Lost in a fog. That is what people say. What they mean is, “I am uncertain and unclear about what to do next or to what I am being called next. I am worn down by my own attempts to try and live in and out of and around and through the calling to which I have already responded.”
I know what they mean. I have heard this before. And I have said it myself — more than a few times. I also know my friend does not want me to answer his question; what he really wants to know is how to live in the fog.
I know about that, too.
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