I had a strange dream about not being able to find my car or the right parking lot where it was parked. I knew it was on street level, but when I returned I could only find parking lots with multiple levels on them.
As I read my morning devotions from a book, “God Calling,” it talked about some prayers soaring like the smoke from incense does while others remain like fog clinging to low ground. It popped in my head that maybe I need to climb the steps to the upper “parking” levels to find the answers I’m looking for in my life. As I write this, I think maybe I just need to get above the fog to get a bit more clarity.
I can envision prayers lifting like the fog lifts as the day awakens. Imagine the joy of seeing so much more than we may have ever imagined as the fog lifts and our prayers are answered.