Have you ever driven in fog so heavy that you had only the white line on the right side of the road to guide you?  That happened to me a number of years ago on a country road that did not even offer tail lights from cars in front of me for guidance.  I was in it before I knew how bad it was going to be.  I thought of turning around to return from where I had come, but there were ditches on both sides of a narrow shoulder, and I couldn’t even judge if it was safe to try and back up.  I kept thinking maybe I would drive out of it.  It was 9:30 at night.  I thought that when my exit came to get on a more traveled road, things would get better.  They did not.

In fact, I had to stay on the road as I could not see the exit clearly.  I knew eventually this road would lead me to St. Joseph, Missouri, so I stayed the course until eventually I began to see city lights ahead of me and could turn off to find a place to stay for the night.

What helped the most was an unexpected phone call from one of my sons.  When I explained to him I could not talk because I was trying to find my way out of fog, he reminded me that if I “took it slow” and kept my eye on the white line of the right side of the road, I would be okay.  He stayed on the line with me for many miles. 

Right now, life may seem very foggy with Covid still unresolved, uncertain supply chains, and the world on the verge of a major conflict.  Gone is the comfort zone when can drive full speed ahead, having some idea of what to expect and when.  Now we are in the “following the white line” zone, choosing to believe that growth is happening and avoiding the pitfall of panic.  Living in the growth zone requires nerve to keep inching ahead and finding voices of encouragement as we do the next right thing and wait for city lights.  Comfort zone, growth zone, panic zone.  We have the ability to name it.