Over the water of a still lake, a cluster of hardwoods casts russet shadows.  I’m in the forest tonight because I need this space to sort through a series of challenges our family has been facing.  I sense we’ve been facing one spiritual attack after another, but I realize that we cannot destroy the works of the devil without identifying them first. The forest is a mishmash of colors—cranberry, ochre, and umber.  As I gaze at the scene, it’s hard to discern where reality ends and the mirror image begins. At times, I’ve experienced similar sentiments in my spiritual life.  I’ve scratched my head in bewilderment as I’ve aimed to…