thrown

hear it in the stairwell: Coldplay- Parachutes
I've been feeling really nostalgic lately and I can't quite figure out why? Nostalgia mixed with an unsettled feeling. I just have this overwhelming urge to GO and DO. What? I'm not quite sure yet. I think it's the same urge I've been satiating with random road trips and outside adventures. Do you ever feel like there's something more to the life you're living and you're JUST on the edge of it?
I sat at work last night at one of the dining tables. I worked alone and all the residents were sleeping so I had some Coldplay(#1 nostalgia music) in the CD player. It was around 3 a.m. and the temperature was in the mid-60's so I opened up all the windows in the solarium and opened my bible as the warm breeze blew the curtains against my arm. I just felt like searching. ...and then I was found:
"Delight yourself in the Lord and He will give you the desires of your heart. Commit your way to the Lord; trust in Him and He will do this: He will make your righteousness shine like the dawn; the justice of your cause like the morning sun. Be still before the Lord and wait patiently for Him." Psalm 37:4-7
I walked out of work this morning feeling exceptionally refreshed. I realized that I am feeling burnout. I know, I know, burnout and I've only been working for a month now!? But I haven't been doing enough of the things I REALLY love. I had about three hours before I had to be in class so I took it upon myself to "delight myself in the Lord". I found my way to the ceramics lab on campus and quickly made friends with the professor who was in the lab alone. She made "an exception" for me because I'm not a ceramics art student and shouldn't be allowed to use that lab but I successfully convinced her that I knew what I was doing and lavished her with compliments:) And I did know what I was doing. Although I haven't thrown in about 3 years, the minute I sat down at the wheel I felt it and it was right. And for those of you who have never thrown (aka worked on a pottery wheel) I'm not sure I can explain the feeling of having total control of molding something so malleable and compliant. I left the lab 2 1/2 hours later with scrapes on my hands and covered in clay splatter. More importantly I left the lab feeling a renewed sense of freedom in art and the things I love and an amazing object lesson/reminder of what it means to be clay in the potters hand.

"Taste and see that the Lord is good; blessed is the man who takes refuge in Him."
Ps. 34:8