In the midst of the hurt and the feel of the waves of trials splashing around me, I want to rest like a weaned child against the breast of my Master. May I get there and stay there contented.
Psalm 131 LORD, my heart is not haughty, nor mine eyes lofty: neither do I exercise myself in great matters, or in things too high for me. Surely I have behaved and quieted myself, as a child that is weaned of his mother: my soul is even as a weaned child. Let Israel hope in the LORD from henceforth and for ever.