El Shaddai. God Almighty. That name became a declaration for the month I lived on top of the world (or rather on top of a mountain in Swazi).
It rained for most of the morning we drove from South Africa to Swazi. We soaked in the rich green landscape as the rain wetted the countryside. The biggest obstacle we faced: driving up a mountain with dirt roads which turn to mud with assistance of rain water.
Our ministry contact mentioned that it always seems to rain when Racers arrive. Fancy that. Our adventure started with tires sliding and spinning across the mud. We barely made it to El Shaddai before sundown.
We quickly discovered why this particular mountain captivates every person who wanders up it. Children running up to hold our hands with smiles lighting up their faces; fog contending with sunshine for the best positioning on the hillside; and the Father’s presence invading our hearts with His glory.
I must admit that I lived in a fog during my month in Swazi in the same way that the clouds cloaked the mountainside. I felt His comfort and peace but in every direction I couldn’t see beyond the next step. I know I moved forward and changed but haven’t grasped how far or how much. I’m seeking understanding in a place without definition, in one that morphs and takes different form often.
I’m constantly discovering more about Jesus. I’m living in a fog but very much aware of him walking with me through it. He’s taking me further than I ever imagined. He’s granting me courage to take the next step into the unknown. He’s providing me with what I need to keep going despite not knowing the destination.
I’m living in a fog but He’s favor is with me. The journey may be foggy and requires faith but I wouldn’t have it any other way.
