I have calmed and quieted myself, I am like a weaned child with its mother; like a weaned child I am content. Put your hope in the Lord both now and forevermore. Psalm 131:2-3
It takes effort to disentangle myself from the conflict of my soul and go home to Jesus as a ‘weaned child who rests against her mother.’ It means acknowledging fragility and embracing my need for the Rock of Ages. It is only upon the Rock that I’m able to stand. In His hands, every second of my future is secure. I am working my way through a war zone but home is waiting for me. I’m living in the ‘not yet.’
Resting is to catch my breath in God’s arms while the storm rages. It is to collect my thoughts for my next steps in a posture of repose. It is to believe that even in the worst of things, He will have the last word. It is to cling to the Victor when it appears Satan is winning. It is to compose a song of faith even in chaos. It is to trust God when Satan would tell me I’ve been betrayed. It is to stay faithful when circumstances would beg to prove that He’s not faithful.
I rest in the character of God and not in the expectation that He will deliver me from all pain. Peace is found in the security of One all-knowing and all-wise. He sees what I cannot, and as it was for Jesus, God’s plan is redemptive in what seems to be senseless. My life is hidden in Christ and, like Him, I’m destined for glory.
You are my firm foundation in confusion, my rock of refuge in what feels like sinking sand. Amen