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 131:2, The Message
She was chin high to her small mother, but she was sick and felt awful. Physically, it was awkward seeing this too-large child crawl into her mother's arms in the narrow pew in front of me. But what a lesson.
No matter how big we get, how grown, mature, or independent, there are times when we need the comfort of our Abba, Daddy (or Momma). Of course, God isn't small, so our size doesn't matter. I think I tend to reduce God's size to manage God better, in spite of myself. The Psalms don't; Scripture is consistent presenting God as Creator, Ruler, Mighty One. But how do we approach this expansive, All-in-all God? I'll take my cue from the young one in front of me at church, and Psalm 131 - just reach out. God will take me up, give me rest and healing, and encourage me on my journey to serve and glorify God.
Thank God I'm never too old for that.