Psalm 133

I was reading Psalm 133 today.  Here is what it says:

“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. 
Put your hope in the Lord both now and forever more.”

What a great word picture.

Have you ever weaned a baby or watched the process?

In many cases, there may be a big fight over weaning.

The child is confused.

I’ve always been able to nurse.

I’m use to this.

I like it.

Why this change?

Why this refusal?

Frustration.

Anger.

Bewilderment.

The fight is the most pronounced on the mothers lap for the milk is close and the position familiar.  The toddler may play happy away from mom, but on her lap the fight and frustration intensifies.

Finally, there is acceptance.

It takes time but at last, the child can lean against mom and quietly enjoy her presence.

Her love and presence are still there (when all is going as it should) but the way the mother gives has changed and the baby finally accepts without being able to understand why.

 

See any spiritual parallels?

God refuses to give us something we want.

Something we have previously had from him and enjoyed.

We fight, ask why and finally over time we accept that God is a mystery and we just rest accepting his ways without understanding His reasons.

This is the ultimate holding time.

We are resting against our Lord sitting quietly on this lap.

No demands.

No, “Why, why, why, can’t I have what I want?”

Quiet, contented, enjoying is nearness.

Since Milan has held me I can picture this mentally when I pray and really see myself resting quietly in Jesus’ arms.  I especially like this picture when prayers go unanswered and I need to rest in the mysteries of God’s ways.

Holding time can be a time where you process feelings, or just rest and accept nurturing.

This is a broken world.

We need a way to deal with loss and heartache and just enjoy one another’s presence quietly.

Closely.

Some of you are too mad to try.

You have a list of hurts and resentments that keeps you justified in your distancing.

Think about it.

The baby could refuse to ever get on his or hers mom’s lap again.

Maybe babies are smarter than we are.

Maybe we need to take a lesson from them.

Love and blessings,
Milan and Kay