Signposts On The Way

An artist friend of mine gave two reasons why winter is his favorite season:  Nature is in its barest, most essential forms, and the winter sun casts the truest light for his sight as an artist.  As someone who roams in nature, I understood what he meant. 

I am aware during winter that, although not my favorite season, I have a high respect for this particular season, for reasons similar to my friend’s.  For me, winter tends toward experience of bare-bones realities and stark spirituality.  Let’s dwell a moment on “stark spirituality”.  

Prolonged hours of darkness can bid us to look inward.  Both during this season of nature and anytime we are granted an inner call that refuses distractions, it can become compelling to just stare at God.  We do not stare with our eyes or our minds; we stare with our souls.  We do not see anything, nor do we hear or comprehend anything; we don’t need to.  We simply keep staring with our souls until God takes the next step and tells us our next step.  With that, we move. This is grace.

Our lives know seasons.  Spiritual growth knows seasons.  It does not matter whether we’re in our favorite season or not.  What matters is God’s grace.