Quiet Like a Child

But I have calmed and quieted my soul, like a weaned child with its mother; like a weaned child is my soul within me. O Israel, hope in the Lord from this time forth and forevermore. Psalm 131 2-3 ESV

Psalm 131 is one of the fifteen Psalms titled, “Songs of Ascent” It is supposed that these were sung by pilgrims, making their way from all over Israel towards Jerusalem for the great festivals prescribed by God in the law of Moses. Since this Psalm appears near the end of that group, maybe at this point the temple is already in sight, or at least the outer walls of the city of Jerusalem. This unknown author was not someone of high rank. We don’t know his exact circumstances, but maybe it was as he paused to rest on his journey, that he was inspired to write. “I have calmed and quieted my soul, like a weaned child with its mother. ” Then taking a deep breath, he thrills in wonder at the magnificent sight of the Holy City, lying just ahead. Then a simple truth, comes like a gentle rain on a parched field. I imagine him taking a deep breath, thrilling in wonder at the magnificent sight of the Hoy City, lying just ahead. Though he wrote these words thousands of years ago, He is a lot like us. He, just a simple worshiper of Jehovah: has been not only commanded to appear, but God has invited him to come. This man, who is not a king entering the city gates in triumph, or a priest bringing a lamb for God’s altar, is accepted and even welcomed. Then he says, that, just as a weaned child rests upon His mother’s lap waiting for the new adult food that she will feed him, he realizes that God has something new for him as well. This morning, as he has quieted his hungry soul, he remembers David’s Psalm that tells him that God has prepared a banquet table in the wilderness and is waiting just for him. That truth awakening in Him such a joy, the writer knows that he must tell everyone! “O Israel, hope in the Lord, from this time forth and forevermore!”

Kids need Love Too

Though my main focus has usually been with people in long term care, I was so touched by Cindy Dawson’s article today, that I am reposting it for those readers of mine who are not familiar with her. You can find her blog, “Real Christian Women” by clicking here. I like most of all, how Cindy has not only portrayed the sad reality, but has challenged each of us to find some way to personally respond. Why not take some time today to pray and ask the Holy Spirit on how that might be played out in your own community and neighborhood?

Moments of Laughter

In moments of laughter, we ran out to see
Like children wondering all that might be
Hiding in secret down under old logs
In treetops or ponds where we used to catch frogs

And when day was done, our dads started calling
“Come in for the night, for the darkness is falling!”
We came traipsing home telling all we had done
Our adventures with spiders and races we won

And mom in the doorway would patiently listen
Then say, “Go scrub those hands till I see them glisten!”
And Dad picked us up to come sit in His chair
For that time which was best was our moment in prayer

Moments of Laughter
by Peter Caligiuri
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