Like a Weaned Child...

A walk prompted these thoughts.

A walk with my (almost) 2-yr old roommate.

A walk in which the stroller was forgotten.

However, walking along the river with my escort holding onto my mittened hand was better than any brisk walk I could have imagined. All he needed was contact with my hand, and he was content.  It wasn't a firm grip, but a constant one. One that felt calm and sure as long as my hand was there.  If our hands were slipping apart (and both being covered by mittens, this happened quite a few times), I would adjust and tighten our hold. 

Then entered this verse…

"But I have calmed and quieted my soul, like a weaned child with its mother; like a weaned child is my soul within me" Psalm 131:2.

What do weaned children do? Walk steadily by their mothers, holding hands. Are content as long as their mothers are near. Aren't willing to let mom get too far out of sight.

Thats how we are supposed to be with our Father.

My soul should be in constant need of contact with God. And He holds up his end of the bargain too…

"For I, the Lord your God, hold your right hand; it is I who say to you 'Fear not, I am the one who helps you'" Isaiah 41:13.

So its Him and me, walking through this life, Him holding my hand and readjusting when I start to let go, Him always looking ahead for bumps or obstacles, holding me up when I need the support, escorting me through life. 

I must continue to hold on. He is never far from us. We don't have to find Him or search for Him. We must simply turn and embrace Him.

"When I go down

I lift my eyes to you

I won't look very far

Cause You'll be there

With open arms

To lift me up again"

When I Go Down-Relient K