Jun. 8, 2009
A weaned child
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I sat in the nursery, rocking little L. After nursing her, I tried to hug and hold her. She was tiered, wiggling and fussing. The Lord reminded me of Psalm 131. "My heart is not proud, O Lord, my eyes are not haughty; I do not concern myself with great matters or things too wonderful for me.
But I have stilled and quieted my soul; like a weaned child with its mother, like a weaned child is my soul within me. O Israel, put your hope in the LORD both now and forevermore." I realized at that moment, my soul was restless like my daughter. I have been seeking things from God, rather than resting in his arms. Like my nursing daughter, wanting milk and comfort, I want certain comforts as well. My prayer is that my soul will be content to rest in my Father's arms, like a weaned child, enjoying His presence in peace. |
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