The Goal: No Fussing

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 131:2-3, NLT*

Some days I fight the good fight, and some days anxiety sneaks in there as fast as I can push it out. Self-pity swirls into a whirlpool, and the best I can do by holding onto God is to keep from going down the funnel.

I tell myself the truth about God, but then I look back at the feelings. Can’t seem to help it.

These verses are where I want to be, to rest.

A weaned child… able to sit on a parent’s lap, or to play nearby, not fussing or seeing Mommy as only a source of “what I want.”

Some parents can’t provide, even healthy mother’s milk if malnutrition is severe enough. Some parents won’t provide. Won’t love.

What do I know of God? He can meet my needs, when and how His wisdom knows is best. And He always loves me.

Abba God, Papa, whisper quiet to my soul so I can rest as if in Your arms, secure in Your love and provision without the incessant clamour of anxiety. I can’t deny the realities and possibilities that tempt me to fret, but I can believe in You. Help me trust You more.    

Here’s Phil Wickham’s soul-encouraging song, “Safe”.

*New Living Translation (NLT) Holy Bible. New Living Translation copyright© 1996, 2004, 2007 by Tyndale House Foundation. Used by permission of Tyndale House Publishers Inc., Carol Stream, Illinois 60188. All rights reserved.

4 thoughts on “The Goal: No Fussing

  1. Belinda

    Janet, I left the house without reading from my precious Valley of Vision this morning and this evening, reading your post, I opened it to the next prayer, wondering what God would have there. The prayer title (on p.332) is:
    “Love-Rest in God!”
    It begins:
    My Dear Lord
    I depend wholly upon thee,
    wean me from all other dependencies,
    Thou art my all, thou dost overrule all
    and delight in me,
    Thou art the foundation of goodness,
    how can I distrust thee?
    In the light of thy preciousness
    the world and all its enjoyments are infinitely poor…

    Praying for his peace to descend and fill the space where anxiety took hold.
    With love and hugs, Belinda

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