I am cherishing this lovely little psalm tonight. I don't know that I've ever stopped and lingered on Psalm 131 before. So it comes to me as a gift--a surprise, even--right before sleep. How comforting it is to set aside, if only for a few hours, the big questions. To hope with the innocence of a child. To know that it is God who handles those things that are too great and marvelous for us. May your soul find calm and quiet this night.
1 O Lord, my heart is not lifted up, my eyes are not raised too high; I do not occupy myself with things too great and too marvelous for me.
2 But I have calmed and quieted my soul, like a weaned child with its mother; my soul is like the weaned child that is with me.
3 O Israel, hope in the Lord from this time on and forevermore.