READ : Psalm 131:1-3
I have calmed and quieted my soul, like a weaned child with its mother . . . (v. 2)
I was on a four-lane Chicago highway at rush hour, cold rain falling in gray sheets, the road slippery and slick. Cars and tractor trailers were all around me, driving as though the highway behind us was being rolled up like a carpet, and if we all didn’t go fast enough we’d be rolled up with it. I was nervous. Then I glanced at my wife, seated beside me. She had been feeding our infant son, a blanket over her shoulder. His little head peeked out from the blanket, eyes half-closed, a contented look on his face. Slippery roads, squealing brakes, honking horns—none of these things disturbed him in the slightest. Secure in his mother’s arms, he had not a care in the world.
Sometimes the stress of life drives us to prayer, and there we are calmed and quieted “. . . like a weaned (literally, nursed) child with its mother.” In prayer we are reminded that stronger hands than ours grip the wheel, and that, in the words of the Heidelberg Catechism, “. . . he protects me so well that without the will of my Father in heaven not a hair can fall from my head; indeed, that everything must fit his purpose for my salvation.” How the warmth of those words melts away my cares!
Lord, enfold me in your arms.