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.