"like a weaned child..."

This semester in Seminary Chapel, faculty are asked to share "What if it were my last lecture?". What would I want as my last words to the students? As I've been thinking about this over the last week, my thoughts have come several times to Ps. 131. It's a short Psalm and one of the simplest--almost child like. David, as a warrior king, with life out of his control, lets us into his most private thoughts with the Lord.

"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"

David knew underneath his armour was a simple man placed in a difficult world. He couldn't figure it all out, so he wasn't even going to try. Instead...

" Surely I have composed and quieted my soul;
Like a weaned child rests against his mother
My soul is like a weaned child within me"

In the midst of the struggle and confusion, David knew his source of comfort and strenght--not demanding from the Lord , as a nursing child demands milk--but coming as a weaned child, trusting that his mother knows what's best, submitting to her love and protection, even if the circumstances don't make sense.

As I look back on my life, when things often seem not to make sense, God has shown me repeatedly to stop trying to figure it all out. Stop trying to make things work according to my plan, but just to "curl up in Jesus lap" as a warrior child, and submit to His plan for me. No better message I could leave others than to rest in Him.

"Oh Isreal, hope in God from this time forth and forever more"