Deep in the southern winter when the darkness peaks, leathery, brittle leaf remnants of sepia & umber still cling tenaciously to their former home on branch of gray. The "Season of Lines" follows as the final leaves give way to their long awaited descent. Pines begin to thin of needles & it as though the forest turns into a transparent mist...like the shadowy figures in a time-exposure print of a crowded space... a mere haze of what was, or is.... Views obscured by leaf or line advance for but a few weeks each year & elusive vistas step forward from beyond the point... As the the light begins to grow & the days lengthen, there is a "Time of Transparency", prior to the advent of spring.
At times in my spiritual journey there are periods of distance & darkness. I am brought to a barren place where my Saviour God feels far away. In the "Season of Lines", the naked strength of the structure is revealed. I use this time to look introspectively at my own foundations. As I strive to feel His grace & mercy, I look deeper & deeper within, knowing that an incredible mountaintop awaits me on the other side of this "valley". I come to a place of utter transparency, where the shadowy motives & desires of my carnal nature are laid completely bare & exposed. As I search my innermost paths, they move across my awareness as a mist. Once my quarry has come into view, I surrender all at the foot of the cross. The sun feels closer, the light lengthens, & new growth begins to erupt.
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