Like a Child
“I am like a weaned child with its mother.... I am content.”
Warm kitchens. Cozy snuggles. Laughter with friends. So much of Facebook and advertising peddles these notions of cozy, promising that if we get them... for long enough... we will be happy.
And I love those moments.
Yet there’s so, so much more.
Last year was when God really started teaching me about the meaning of this Psalm. And last year was hard. God asked me about my pride, and my self, and my obedience. I looked inside and found a mess. He tore away much of what seemed easy and replaced it with difficult, and He asked me to look upward, instead of around. He showed me an empty cup, and asked me to watch Him fill it to overflowing. And he blesssed me again and again in the rocky places with his gentle comfort, like a mother with her child. And I was content.
As the Psalmist knew (and as I was so late to really understand), we cannot he filled with God when we are filled with self. We can't be filled until we are empty. A paradox... and a blessing.
Today I pray for you to find contentment in the one who formed your soul to be like Him... that we both may truly understand this Psalm.
Psalm 131 (NIV)
My heart is not proud, Lord,
my eyes are not haughty;
I do not concern myself with great matters
or things too wonderful for me.
But I have calmed and quieted myself,
I am like a weaned child with its mother;
like a weaned child I am content.
Israel, put your hope in the Lord
both now and forevermore.
A dollmaker in a little town with lots of flowers and birds.