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.