Mind Fog

I don't know whether it is because I am over 45 or whether it is all the zillion things that I have to deal with each day, but it seems like mind fog has come to stay for a while. Mind fog is my unwanted companion and it sticks to me like a big, fat, grey tick on one of my dogs. It  clutters all the space available in the drawers of my mind and makes me feel as if I am boxed in with no space for clarity of vision and creativity.

One thing helped to clear the fog for a while. We were in the middle of the church service when we were sent out into the community two by two. Each pair was sent out with a packet of salt as a gift for the home they would visit.  A bunch of young girls went with me and they giggled at my pronuciation of the one little boy's name (Ntshonthsho) who tagged along with us. I was surprized at the willingness of the people in the community to receive us, as well as the readiness of our congregation's members to go out and follow the example of the disciples of Jesus when we went out two by two.

It seems that following Jesus' commands and having fun while being obedient is a very effective antidote for getting rid of  unwanted companions.