I couldn’t help but feel this morning.
I feel alive. That term is not so much about blood coursing through veins as a sense of purpose and an enjoyment in life.
I feel tentative. That term is not so much about despair in the overwhelming parts of life as about hope that carries confidence.
I feel comfortable. That term is not so much about the mushiness of relationships as about living with strength (the true definition of comfort).
I feel dissatisfied. That term is not so much about anger and rage as about knowing there is a greater good for me.
I feel the need for God. I feel the reassuring presence of God’s Holy Spirit. I feel the outpouring of Jesus’ redeeming work for me.
This is restful and a great life in which to live!