by Cathy Vinson

My heart is not proud, O Lord,
My eyes are not haughty.
I do not concern myself with great matters
Or things too wonderful for me
But I have stilled and quieted my soul
Like a weaned child with its mother
Like a weaned child is my soul within me.

(Ps 131)

This metaphor unfolds before us, and the songwriter says "Come to the quiet."

When the time is drawing to a close of the tender nursing relationship between mother and the young one, a new dynamic enters in . The child can sit on the lap of its mother and just sit. The rooting reflex isn't taking over. The weaned child is not in a state of want but of calm disposition. This tiny step of maturity has increased the ability to enjoy one another in deepening ways as the relationship grows. A new era has begun.

Considering this setting as being the child, requests would be to our encounter with Father as the milk-exchange would be to mother and infant. And though good, so good, may there come moments of being weaned. We would wish to hold our presence with Him without words or requests. In all the lovely ways to have time with our Father, let us not miss this one.