Ever watched a nursing baby go after it’s mother? The flailing…the kicking…the grabbing…the desperation. I’ve seen mother’s before still breast feeding when the child could walk over and pull her shirt up itself…but that is for another day and another blog. Today I’m thinking about the baby place.

But there is another place. There is that weaned child place. The place of rest and peace. Where it can sit right beside it’s mother and never have to react in desperation for what it’s mother has. Because it knows that it will have whatever it needs. I’m been sitting in the passage in Psalms for over a week now. Psalms 131:2 ” But I have stilled and quieted my soul; like a weaned child with its mother, like a weaned child is my soul within me.”

Not always easy is it? Sometimes we’re far more like the flailing child. Desperate. Panicked. Searching. Scared. Life is uncertain. Jobs are scarce. Money is tight. Marriage is hanging by a thread. Children are wreaking havoc on your nerves. Depression tightens like a noose and we flail. We react in panic. As if we will get more if we do. As if the answers will come quicker or sound different.

Yet there is a place of rest for the soul…a quiet confidence in our sustenance provider that removes the need for flailing. That tells us we can rest in the fact that He will supply all of our needs. Not one thing that we have need of will He not supply. Whether it is direction, provision, or simply peace in the fact that things are still unanswered. And in the middle of it all can be an inexpressible joy.
 Children know joy. It is innate in a child to enjoy. Life and age are what damper the delight. But should it. Should everything that we experienced as children still be available? I would think it would have to be or Christ wouldn’t have said, “Unless you come to me as little children.”

There is something to be learned from a child. Watch one this week. If you don’t have one, borrow one. But may we take a lesson at the rested head on the chest, the delightful cackles and the peaceful sleep. And may our soul ask, “Lord…teach me once again what it is to lay my head on your chest and simply rest. Knowing that you have everything that I need…” You may be surprised at what you discover.