When we got up on our third day of hiking, there was a dense fog in the valley below. We spent the night in O’Cebreiro which was one of the highest towns we traveled through.
Three days later, we had dense fog again. It was almost eerie to see the fog over the water as we left the town of Portomarin.
It struck me that fog is a great metaphor for the effect of time on how we see things in life. Often, in the moment, we are completely unable to see the impact of an experience. Only later, in retrospect, can we understand how God was working in the situation. After the fog has lifted.