Found restless?

Earlier today I was enjoying the beautiful spring sun on a cafe patio wondering about Augustine's words -- "Our hearts were made for You, O Lord, and they are restless until they rest in you."

A part of me said, "But Lord, do I not take joy in the work of my hands, and does not a man find rest in the embrace of his beloved?" But I was really asking, "But why have you given us this world and for what in this world do you wish me to pour myself?"

For a second Augustine's words seemed contrived and overly abstract.  Rest? Rest in what? So I went to his Confessions and sought an answer.  With his words he painted a picture of the mystery that is God, and the goodness he encompasses, and the expanse to which he is limited and unlimited, and I was overwhelmed by His presence.

I was taken by his description of God imbuing us saying, "or are we the vessels which you fill do not confine you, since even if they were broken, you would not be poured out.  And, when you are poured out on us, you are not thereby brought down; rather, we are lifted"

Then my questions were answered by the final words of the first book.  "But herein lay my sin, that it was not in him, but in his creatures--myself and the rest--that I sought for pleasures, honors, and truths. And I fell thereby into sorrows, troubles, and errors. Thanks be to thee, my joy, my pride, my confidence, my God--thanks be to thee for thy gifts; but do thou preserve them in me. For thus wilt thou preserve me; and those things which thou hast given me shall be developed and perfected, and I myself shall be with thee, for from thee is my being."