FOGGY MIND

Valentines Day is special to everyone, a time of giving and a time of showing love. Valentine week of 2008 will always be memorable to me. My husband and I joined four close relatives on an early February cruise to the Mexican Caribbean. It started off badly but ended up with a miracle. At the appointed time for boarding ship in the Galveston shipyards we heard some bad news, that our ship was six hours late in getting into port because of fog; therefore, we would be four hours late boarding ship and then leaving port. Not one of our party seemed to care because we were all glad to get away from the North Texas and Southeastern Oklahoma cold, cold February weather. We were headed for sunshine and had already had our cold bones relieved by the warmer South Texas weather. Yes, there was heavy fog at the port, what seemed to us an unusual occurrence in Texas, but we trusted that we would be getting on our way in a few hours. After we boarded ship four hours late, we busied ourselves unpacking. Then we sampled some of the wonderful food offered 24 hours a day on all cruises. Shortly after we unpacked, the captain announced via the on ship communication system that the fog was still so thick that we were not allowed to leave port. His prediction was that we would be able to leave at about ten o'clock that night, six hours later than the originally anticipated time. No one seemed to care, we just enjoyed our relaxing atmosphere. Another later announcement alerted us to the fact that the Port Authority had decided that if the fog had not lifted by ten o'clock that night, that we would have to wait until the next morning to leave if the fog finally lifted then. The "IF" seemed to be very emphasized in the announcement. When ten o'clock that night came around, there was no sign of the huge ship making any gesture toward the high seas. It seemed secure in its berth at the Galveston port. It had been a long, busy day so I decided to go to bed around ten O'clock. Even though I was exhausted I couldn't go to sleep, which is unusual for me. I tossed and turned and tossed and turned until about three o'clock the next morning, all the time listening for the revving up of the motors of the ship. I continued to pray for everyone I knew, since that's how I spend sleepless nights at home. Suddenly, at around three o'clock the fog in my mind lifted and I began to think about some accounts in the Bible that tell about Jesus talking to the winds and the winds obeying Him. Then the thought also came to my mind that God makes His angels winds and His ministering spirits flames of fire. I had read that many times in the Bible and had researched the ministry of God's angels. Faith began to be solid and unshaken in me when the realization came to me that God's angels could blow the fog away and allow us to be on our way to the Caribbean. So that's what I asked, that the angels blow away the fog. Sleep came very easily after that. Early the next morning I was awakened by the familiar sounds of the motors of the ship. They were humming and purring and clinking and clanking as we began to move out to sea. Yes! We were on our way. Later in the morning as we moved along at great speed the captain's voice came on the intercom and informed us that we were very fortunate to get out of port. He announced that after the fog lifted and we were merrily on our way, the heavy fog descended again and socked in the port. His word for it was that we were "fortunate" because we were the only sailing vessel that was able to leave port that morning. An often quoted word among our family and friends is the word blessed, which in the original language means to be fortunate, necessary to be desired. Yes, we were fortunate or blessed, whichever you choose to say, because we experienced a miracle that day. The angels had very strong lungs to accomplish that feat, and we are grateful to them. I am so thankful to God for His lifting the fog from my mind and reminding me that He is still in the business of helping his children every day in ways that might seem small to other people. He's that kind of a Father, meeting every need. Lifting the fog was a loving gesture to everyone on board the ship, His special Valentine gift to us.