For the past five days straight, we've been enveloped in soupy dense fog up here on the Ridge. No breeze. No air movement. Just dense soupy fog that's settled in heavy and thick! Isn't that how life feels…
“Where can I go from Your Spirit? Where can I flee from Your Presence? If I go up to the heavens, You are there; If I make my bed in the depths, You are there. If I rise…