Christ in the Fog

Billowing and blowing, cold and dark: I awake to the fog. Wherever I look, nothing appears. I can't even see my hand in front of my face.Touch is my guide, as are my ears. Each step tentative - if I run, I will fall on unseen danger.Where did the fog come from? It's like a dream...We are the Functional Hurting. We do our jobs. We pay our bills. We attend church. We spend time with our families.We also have that constant, low-level hum in our minds that tells us things are not as they should be:Why do I always feel like a second-class Christian?Why don't I hear God's voice?Why do I keep walking away from Jesus?Where's my abundant life in Christ?How do I follow Jesus with my depression or anxiety? You are not alone. Let's explore life's fog with fresh eyes.Let's encounter Jesus in the Fog with uninhibited honesty.