The day of rest
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!
