This feeling usually precedes some sort of spiritual awakening of some degree.
It feels like sandpaper on my soul.
The first time I felt it, I was working at a florist in 2006, making great use of my degree in Child Development. ;)
I loved that job.
I loved the people I worked for, I loved the creative outlet of designing floral arrangements.
I loved walking into the flower shop and smelling beauty.
I loved the sentiment of the gesture of sending flowers to someone.
But this annoying restless feeling wouldn't go away.
I felt God saying, "I've called you for more."
One Sunday morning, I was reading the announcements in the church bulletin and noticed they were needing a 2-yr-old teacher at the preschool.
I knew this was the source of the sandpaper.
I called the director, which happened to be a good friend, and the next day I interviewed and was hired.
I loved that job, too.
I worked there a year until I became pregnant with Maddie.
The next time I felt this annoying feeling was in 2014.
The year before had been one of the worst years of my life.
My neighbor invited me to a writer's workshop for victims of the 2013 tornado.
I didn't realize I had unresolved issues, but was interested in attending.
I had no idea that would lead to one of the most powerful spiritual lessons of my life.
It's back again.
If history repeats itself, change is coming.
My go-to band when I get like this is Switchfoot.
I love their sound, their message of making the most of the time we have, their intensity.
It's good stuff.
I also like Bethel's In Over My Head
In the lyrics of that song,
"Whether I sink, whether I swim, it makes no difference when I'm
beautifully in over my head."
Right now it feels like winter,
but I'm hoping spring is right around the corner.
