I catch myself looking for peace in the midst of my chaos, but most days it’s hard to find. Cole is sick today and with his head covered with a blanket, he has rested his head on my chest for comfort. Just like God wants us to rest on Him. This was in my inbox as my devotional from Proverbs 31 today. Read it if you subscribe. If you don’t, it had an awesome message about trust and rest which I will take zero credit for!

Composed and Quieted

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Van Walton

“O LORD, my heart is not proud, nor my eyes haughty; Nor do I involve myself in great matters, or in things too difficult for me.” Psalm 131:1 (NASB)

I watched the young mother deftly work in her kitchen, amazed at all she could accomplish with one hand. In her left arm she tenderly cradled her little one. With her right hand, elbow, shoulder and hip she opened drawers and shut doors; she pulled out cups, saucers, and spoons; she scooped coffee and poured water.

While Juan Valdez’s aroma filled the air, she gathered pastries from her pantry and other refreshments from her refrigerator. When silence replaced conversation, she hummed a quiet melody into her baby’s ear. Finally we sat down to enjoy our mid-day visit and I realized her tiny infant had slept through it all, mindless of the constant noise and swirling activity.

Oh, to rest in such peace while all around me chaos reigns. What secret lay hidden in that little heart?

The chapter which contains today’s key verse offers the answer- such a short and simple Psalm, yet it says it all, “Surely I have composed and quieted my soul; like a weaned child rests against his mother…” (NASB).

I long for an escape from life’s challenges. Sometimes the force and frequency with which my trials torment me threaten to undue me.

I’ve been tested and tried this year to the point that I thought, “If the barrage doesn’t let up, I am a goner.” I held up my hand in the stop position and screamed out to God, “No more! Have mercy. I’m undone! How am I supposed to juggle all this?”

In that instant God whispered, “Like a child rests against his mother, quiet your soul.”

Then the Master Artist sketched for me the picture I described earlier. His reminder recalled a young mother tenderly and safely holding her baby, while all around, life’s responsibilities increasingly swelled.

Sweet friend, do you feel like you are losing your footing? Are you struggling to conquer the chaos? If you are like me you are on the brink, throwing up your hands and screaming, “I give up!”

That’s good! Give up.

Yes, that is what I said.

Give up and like a child in her mother’s arms, trust and rest.

Some matters are too complicated for us to figure out. Let God open and close the doors. Believe that He will prepare and provide. He created you, His precious child. He is protecting you in the crook of His strong right arm.

Father God, Your Word assures me that You are a strong shelter. You don’t give me more than I can endure. Out of obedience I believe You and rest. In Jesus’ Name, Amen.

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