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!

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