Refreshed.

This morning, as I was (groggily) making myself a cup coffee, I found myself reflecting on the past few months and how for the first time in my entire adult life, I feel grounded. Clearheaded. Dare I even say rested? It seems almost silly, especially since I'm sleeping less than ever and sitting down during daylight hours has become somewhat of a luxury. 

I finally had a moment to open my daily missal late this afternoon and this about slapped me right across the face.

"The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.

In verdant pastures, he gives me repose;

Beside restful waters he leads me;

he refreshes my soul."

It's no coincidence that this feeling of clarity has come alongside the rediscovery of my faith. 

....

He refreshes my soul.