Some things have to be believed to be seen.
From where I sit, as day breaks, it looks like a foggy winter morning outside—but it is August, and the forecast for this day is 31C / 88F under clear skies. Our city is under a blanket of smoke from the forest fires again. It will keep the temperature down, and it is unlikely that the sun will shine here at all today.
It does not look like a sunny and warm August morning, but it would be if not for the smoke. I am reminded of how easy it is for me to be swayed by what appears in front of me, rather than trust that which I know to be true—that which is sometimes not visible with my human eyes.
It is mid-August, not December. The smoke temporarily mars my view but above it the sun still shines.
I walk by faith, not by sight.