Thoughts on Psalm 131
Thoughts on Psalm 131. Keeping hope seems so futile at times. Especially when you look through the lens of the prince of the earth (satan). During the height of Hunter’s illness, I would waiver between deep faith and hope. Then there were days when I had none. In those “none” days, I had my sister and mom who would come behind me and hold my arms up to help me continue to fight. Where I had no hope, they did. They reminded me of who I am and Whose I am. Also, Hunter is a child of the King and He loves him far more than I could ever love him. There is a plan. I just don’t see it yet.
1 Lord, my heart is not proud;
my eyes are not haughty.
I don’t concern myself with matters too great
or too awesome for me to grasp.
2 Instead, I have calmed and quieted myself,
like a weaned child who no longer cries for its mother’s milk.
Yes, like a weaned child is my soul within me.
3 O Israel, put your hope in the Lord—
now and always.