The image from Psalm 131 of a weaned child has been my comfort this week. I keep imagining resting in the embrace of God, as a child who no longer grasps or cries. But simply rests, weaned and loved.
I remember those weeks and months after my own children stopped nursing. When I could hold them and read a story or sing and chat knowing that they would not be reaching into my shirt or distracted by the proximity of the next snack. It was relaxing and refreshing to have a child crawl into my arms knowing that they came solely to be loved and held.
And I long for that same rest in God’s arms. When I’m not crying for something or pretending to enjoy God’s presence while really just waiting for my next blessing. I’m learning to sit and be loved. To grow and be weaned and come into God’s presence for the sole purpose of being there.