“People who won’t settle down, wandering hither and yon, are like restless birds, flitting to and fro.” Proverbs 27:8
When down in the dumps, some people stay in bed, over eat, or become irritated. But for me, I become restless. Today I’m restless. I have re-arranged furniture, cleaned out drawers, spent time wondering around the house thinking how I can improve it for eye appeal, should I decide to sell it someday.
When I looked at the calendar, I realized my restlessness may be coming from the events one year ago today when my husband’s pulmonologist told him he was in respiratory failure. His only option for survival would be to be placed on a ventilator which he denied. For me, this was the beginning of the end—hope ceased to float. Glen was dying.
The year has passed quickly since Glen passed away April 7, 2016. I’ve experienced many restless periods during this time. Last spring and summer I moved from place to place—always a suitcase to pack. If that wasn’t enough, I rented my house from January through March and once again packed my clothes and items I needed for a three month trip.
Now that this morning I’ve worn off my restless energy, I’m happy to be on my porch writing my meditation blog and putting down memories, fears, and frustrations in my journal. But, it will soon be summer, and once again, I’ll be packing my bag to escape the Arizona heat.
Lord, when will my restless spirit take a break? Amen.