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Friday, December 8, 2017

Trust


Lord, my heart is not proud; my eyes are not haughty. I don’t concern myself with matters too great or too awesome for me to grasp. Instead, I have calmed and quieted myself, like a weaned child who no longer cries for its mother’s milk. Yes, like a weaned child is my soul within me.
—Psalm 131:1-2, NLT

Peace is where I find you, Lord. It is that place where I have a heart at rest—one that doesn’t seek recognition or approval. In you, Lord, I don’t have a front to maintain or a point to prove. I can be honest with myself and with others when I don’t have all the answers. Only you have. I can’t fix anything. Only you can. Like a weaned child, who has matured to the place where it no longer needs its mother’s milk, I allow you to be in control. I trust you to handle and take care of each problem. You sometimes direct me into places of hardship to take care of what you deem necessary, but it is through those times that I learn to lean more on the truth of your Word and less on the milk of what I feel. Your altar is always with me—a place of surrender that quietens my soul. And in my surrender, you carry me through or above any pain to victory. I make my life your choice, Lord, and whatever comes, I place my hope in you.

© 2017 Lynn Lacher

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