Rest

by Anabel Gillham

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

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.

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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.