Sometimes I revert back into my childhood … okay, often, often I revert back into my childhood.
As the days slowly moved along last week, I could feel it approaching like a freight train … the coming of Spring Break.
My days would alter between fatigue and strong indicators of ADHD. It was like the nesting phase of a pregnancy, when a woman gets restless in body and mind and so keeps herself busy with (often over-the-top) preparations for what is to come.
It was not a time of unproductively, but of distractibility, anticipation and restlessness.
My mind was dreaming of one thing … rest.
So, how did I spend my first day of rest? Well, I sanded a dresser of course.
It’s a dresser I have been hired to paint, and I couldn’t wait to get at it. Actually, I have a dresser, a dining table and a corner shelf that are part of that order. I also have three chairs, a bed table and maybe even more furniture that I hope to refinish over the break.
Rest?
Ah, yes. That is rest for me. It is rest for my soul.
To have the freedom to utilize the creative side of my brain.
To work to the silence of the space.
To hear only the voice of God.
To see transformation occur at my hands.
This is rest for my restless soul.
“Yes, my soul, find rest in God;
my hope comes from him.
Truly he is my rock and my salvation;
he is my fortress, I will not be shaken.
My salvation and my honor depend on God;
he is my mighty rock, my refuge.
Trust in him at all times, you people;
pour out your hearts to him,
for God is our refuge.”
Psalm 62:5-8
As I was writing this post, I was reminded that I had written something similar about the way I was feeling once before, and when I searched through my posts what I found was a post called 
itsawonderfilledlife 