A Song of Ascents, of David.
O LORD, my heart is not proud, nor my eyes haughty;
Nor do I involve myself in great matters,
Or in things too difficult for me.
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.
O Israel, hope in the LORD
From this time forth and forever.
Father, as I think about my Mama and find my heart and soul are missing her, You remind me of the beauty that rests in me … from You, Your gift to me. Through my relationship with You, I have come to know that I am Yours and You are my LORD. You gave me to my Mama and Daddy many years ago. In these moments of feeling lost because I miss them both, You are with me. You are here, right here. Guide me through these times. I do not feel that my “soul is like a weaned child within me.” I do not feel, as David did, that “I have composed and quieted my soul.” I need You, Abba Father. I need You to compose me and quiet me, Father. I nestle into You as these young swans do into their parent. You are my Comfort and my Hope. In the Strong Name of Jesus, I pray. Amen.
two others photos from my personal/family collection