Lord of the Fog Desert diary from Monday, November 17, 2003 An early morning fog crept in unnoticed in our small desert town. The sun had not yet risen and the stars lay still beyond this steamy, misty cloud-soup. I peer out my bedroom curtain and the Presence of the Lord-of-the-fog slams me and envelops my complete senses, my heart, my soul and surges through my very strength. I feel overcome in that Presence and my deepest cry submits “YES!” to the one who creates such mysterious and fleeting beauty. This dusty desert land does not often invite (if you will) the fog in its dry, dreary midst; so when the fog does come it speaks clearly to me of “the things of the natural speaking of the supernatural”. Then the Lord speaks softly in that quiet place of rest that we all so long to permanently dwell in; and in that quiet place He calls me to submit to that enveloping mist as when I’ve been slain in His Holy Spirit. Let the fog overtake me into it’s mysterious beauty. Yes, I want to be slain by it like when God has taken me down to the ground and this Great Physician has proceeded with surgery on my heart and mind to make me more awake to the community of the Trinity; so that I become more submitted to His workings and less concerned about mine. Overcome me, Holy Spirit with Your gentle yet intense revelations. I will lie still and retire to Your slight of hand transformations. It’s a Holy moment that I want to live in for more than just a morning of fleeting fog, so let this moment live long in my heart and let it bear fruit that I have not yet born. I’ve trusted You in the recent storm, I will trust You in the fog; this far and few between wonder; here this morning, gone this morning. When the sun comes out and burns away this short-lived fog, so burn this moment of mystery within me then the bright light of the Son can shine its warming rays on me and this transformed-by-mysterious-surgery heart can live and give anew in this community. Sister Linda