Earlier this week a few short words from the 131^st Psalm caught my attention. The songwriter seems to have found a way to calm his mind about the kind of questions that could drive us mad. He writes,

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.

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.

O Israel, put your hope in the LORD—

now and always. (Psalm 131)

Seems like there may be a clue here to being able to reflect on questions in a way that leaves us  still wondering— but not desperate. Will a mother or a nurse know intuitively what the songwriter is seeing?

Is there a reminder here of the kind of song we need to calm our own hearts—as long as we consider what a “mother knows” in light of way the song ends?

Vote on whether you think this post is something you'll be thinking about:

(No Ratings Yet)

Loading...