winter...

Some how as humans we seem to separate ourselves from nature, elevating ourselves to position of lofty grandeur that allows us to gaze upon creation with feeling apart of it. But the reality...we are are people of seasons. I dont say that, meaning, those of us in the Northern Hemisphere are all in a season of winter...and those in the south are in a season of summer. I mean it in a spiritual sense. But, for me for some strange reason, my spiritual seasons are very much aligned with nature. Maybe it's living in the country on acreage...but the seasons seem to be more dramatic and in your face.

But right now I'm in winter...there is depression, a sense of longing, nostalgia, I feel cold, I feel barren...and fruitless. But in the midst of this spiritual season, this gloomy emotional storm, as hard as it is to say...or write...I thank Him for this season. The memories of a season of fruit, the taste, the beauty are still there... ... ... the leaves fall. Being stripped, being left cold and empty...I feel lonely. The fruit that I beared was so tastey, it looked good, made me feel good. Maybe it's hard now, the memories, because it was more about my ego, than His gift.

I know He's not far off, maybe lurking behind distant trees, watching beyond the curtains of clouds. I know as always to survive this season, I'll have to depend upon my roots to sustain me. I have to allow them to grow deep into the faith that I've cultivated over the years. I know spring will come...the budding of new life. But now as a I stand in this winter season, I pray He will strip me bare of everything that is no value to him. But also pray that the roots that I lay down in this season will draw into him...that he will sustain me.

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Hmmm, I think I can relate to that a lot, what an interesting way to word this phenomenon. Thanks Ron, I appreciate your rawness and honesty.