Like a Weaned Child …

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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.  

Psalm 131

Where Am I?

Where Am I?

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. 


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