To rest. What a pleasant thought.
"Surely I have composed and quieted my
soul; Like a weaned child rests against his mother, My soul is like a weaned
child within me." Psalm 131:2
"I am quiet now before the Lord, just
as a child who is weaned from the breast. Yes, my begging has been
stilled." Psalm 131:2 TLB
Where once, when close to his mother he
kept searching and wanting, restless, feeling that in this position he should
be receiving—having his needs met, being fulfilled, constantly pampered—now he
is content to be held, content with her closeness. He makes no demands. He is
quiet. He is still.
Lord, I long to be quiet, to rest in Your
arms, to desire nothing, to be content just to be in Your presence. The things
that I think I need, the obstacles that I think need to be moved, the changes
that I believe need to take place in my life—are they really that urgent? You
have not abdicated Your throne. You are still very much in control of my
affairs and You love me and want what’s best for me.
To accept this truth and cease to beg,
cease to whimper and cry as a pampered child denied at feeding time ... I want
this in my life, O precious Lord.
Hold me, please.
Anabel Gillham
A Stillness in the Storm
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