“I’ve kept my feet on the ground, I’ve cultivated a quiet heart. Like a baby content in its mother’s arms, my soul is a baby content”
Psalm 131:1-2 (MSG)
I work from home at my computer so that I can take care of my three young daughters. Mostly, my work days go something like this:
- Get everyone settled and sit down at the computer to work.
- Help child put clothes on her doll.
- Sit down to work.
- Get a drink for another child.
- Sit down to work.
- Spell “Pocahontas” for older daughter who is systematically drawing every princess she’s ever heard of.
- Sit down to work.
- Change baby’s diaper.
- Sit down to work.
- Break up fight between older girls who each want to be the same princess.
- Sit down to work.
- Get snack for children who declare that they are indeed starving and will die if they don’t eat something now instead of waiting for dinner.
- Sit down to work.
- Get lemonade for the children who forgot that they were also thirsty and not just hungry when they asked for a snack.
- Sit down to work.
- Look for a particular book for a child who swears she’s looked everywhere, including the bookshelf, and it has just simply disappeared into thin air. Find the book on the bookshelf.
- Sit down to work.
You get the idea.
Yesterday, I was working away and getting up every 20 seconds (perhaps an exaggeration, but it FELT like every 20 seconds), when my oldest daughter stood at my feet, appearing like a child in need. So, I looked at her and sighed and waited for the request. One more thing someone needed from me. One more expectation to fill. One more bit of help to give.
And she gave me a hug, placed a kiss on my cheek, said, “I love you, Mom” and walked away.
My baby does this all day long. She plays and asks me for things and then at least two or three times an hour, she walks over to me and just lays her head down on my arm and waits for me to stroke her head and kiss her. Then, she runs off again to dump out all the blocks and pull every book off the bookshelf as she plays.
I love my children and I love that I can be at home to help them when they need it and to give and receive kisses and hugs when all they ask for is affection. Some days, it’s draining because it’s a job that involves giving, giving, and giving some more. I know they’re kids who just need help and that’s okay. I would much prefer they ask me for help than find my house torn apart from their efforts to do things on their own. Still, sometimes I think a few minutes of quiet, uninterrupted time sitting in one place sounds luxurious.
That hug and kiss from my daughter yesterday reminded me of my relationship with God. So many days, I go to Him in need. I ask Him for help, encouragement, intervention, provision, healing. All day long, I pray for myself, my family and for others. Thankfully, God is a far more patient parent than I am. He never sighs with fatigue and frustration when I show up before His throne again with another request.
Yet, how precious are the moments when I come into God’s presence not asking for Him to help me with anything, but just pleased to have His company.
Psalm 131:1-2 says: “I’ve kept my feet on the ground, I’ve cultivated a quiet heart. Like a baby content in its mother’s arms, my soul is a baby content” (MSG). In the NIV, this description is of a “weaned child with its mother.”
The image here is of a baby content to be with her mother, not because she’s looking for food or the fulfillment of a need, but just because the mother’s very presence brings comfort.
It’s part of the maturing process in this Christian walk. God weans us so that we don’t just look to Him for help, but we respond “to Him out of love . . . for God does not want us neurotically dependent on Him but willingly trustful in Him” (Eugene Peterson). It’s not that God no longer cares for us or sees our need. Instead, He’s asking us to trust His love for us so much that we can lay our burdens at His feet and leave them there, choosing to focus on God Himself rather than our troubling circumstances. We see His love and not our empty bank account. We look to His faithfulness and not our illness. We focus on His might and not our broken relationships.
In his book, A Long Obedience in the Same Direction, Eugene Peterson goes on to write, “Choose to be with him; elect his presence; aspire to his ways; respond to his love.”
This reminds me of Psalm 42:1-2 “As the deer pants for streams of water, so my soul pants for you, my God. My soul thirsts for God, for the living God. When can I go and meet with God?” (NIV). It’s a cry for communion and relationship rather than a desperate plea for help. It’s a call to enjoy God’s presence, not for what He does for us, but for who He is.
“Father, I thank You that You are so patient with me, hearing each of my requests and responding to me with lovingkindness and compassion. I’m sorry for not spending more time just enjoying Your presence instead of meeting with You in order to get something for myself. I trust in You to care for me and all these needs that weigh on my heart and I put them aside in order to commune with You and give You praise. I choose to cultivate a quiet and contented heart.”
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Heather King is a wife, mom, Bible Study teacher, writer for www.myfrienddebbie.com and worship leader. Most importantly, she is a Christ follower with a desire to help others apply the Bible to everyday life with all its mess, noise, and busyness. To read more devotionals by Heather King, click here.
Copyright © 2011 Heather King
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