Sanguine/ Melancholy

This makes my 4th posting of the day. Someone needs to put the keyboard away.

Actually, I've been quite productive lately.
I washed all of the lace curtains in my home. Which is to say, all of my curtains.
I washed and ironed all the doilies. And there are no small number. Who decorates like Granny?
I scrubbed, with a toothbrush, the perimeter of my floor. Did you realize that the juncture, where floor meets floorboard, gets quite nasty? That is gross. No one will ever know I cleaned that but you and me.
I cleaned my carpet. Which is a misnomer, because the carpet is no closer to clean than it was before I began. What I did was disinfect the carpet. That thing is stained more deeply than my hair color.
So, all this antsy energy is being put to good use. That's a relief.
It's still annoying, this funk of mine. I'm all over the board on the inside.
I'm fragmented, unfocused.

I was talking to God about it. He was recalling to my mind that though I feel agitated and restless, that isn't always the case with me. He was pointing out a farther reaching pattern. There is a consistency of determination where it matters most.
This unpleasant emotion, (if emotion is what it is), is only temporary.
There is a pattern of peace in my life. God has under girded me with some supernatural fibre that forms a foundation. He has held me quite steady, despite my erratic Sanguine self. He has furnished me with a passionate sense of purpose which has breached all boundaries of situation and emotion.

I think this is part of His Great Mystery. That bit about His Peace that surpasses comprehension? I think I can see that. This funk I'm in sucks. But I peer back through my history and see that there is a Great Grace at work. That Unchangeable-ness is not from me, so it is not affected by me. I can be calm, and allow the storms of life, even when they assault me from within myself, because He steadies me.
And Praise God for that. On my own, I'm psychotic.