A word I have begun to use a lot lately to describe my state of mind is “fuzzy.” The New Oxford American Dictionary defines the word as “difficult to perceive clearly or understand and explain precisely; indistinct or vague.” Yes, I think that fits.
It is hard for me to remember certain things and hard to express what I’m thinking at times, too. My vision when wearing a mask is often fuzzy as well due to being unable to prevent my glasses from fogging up. So irritating. But of course, wearing a mask is necessary so I’ll just have to get used to it. None of the supposed solutions to this issue work by the way. I’ve tried ‘em all.
If I didn’t feel mentally clouded most of the time, I’d probably feel more worried than I can manage to be so far about this development. It is no doubt my body’s reaction to difficult circumstances, sort of a protective or preventative thing. I don’t know.
Here’s to clearer days ahead. When things get fuzzy, we need to cling more tightly than ever to God’s promises and to drink deeply from the well of His trustworthiness and faithfulness.
The OW Factor 