“Surely I have calmed and quieted my soul, like a weaned child with his mother.
Like a weaned child is my soul within me.” Psalm 131: 2
Some days God chooses to collide his story in worship with a current struggle in life in such a way that all one can do is weep and thank God for his kindness. Yesterday was such a day. Too much to write in this blog, except to encourage you to read Psalm 131 and the lyrics of the great hymn, Be Still My Soul, and meditate on this question, “Where is my soul not stilled? What losses have I sustained that are causing me to be like a weaned child who isn’t quieted? What haughtiness lurks in my soul that slaughters humility?”
Along with that, I’d highly recommend subscribing to the podcast for Atlanta Westside, or at least hearing May 1 sermon: http://itunes.apple.com/us/podcast/atlanta-westside/id407797410.
“Be Still, My Soul”
by Catharina von Schlegel, 1697-?
1. Be still, my soul; the Lord is on thy side; Bear patiently the cross of grief or pain;
Leave to thy God to order and provide; In every change He faithful will remain.
Be still, my soul; thy best, thy heavenly, Friend Through thorny ways leads to a joyful end.
2. Be still, my soul; thy God doth undertake To guide the future as He has the past.
Thy hope, thy confidence, let nothing shake; All now mysterious shall be bright at last.
Be still, my soul; the waves and winds still know
His voice who ruled them while He dwelt below.
3. Be still, my soul, though dearest friends depart
And all is darkened in the vale of tears;
Then shalt thou better know His love, His heart, Who comes to soothe thy sorrows and thy fears.
Be still, my soul; thy Jesus can repay
From His own fulness all He takes away.
4. Be still, my soul; the hour is hastening on
When we shall be forever with the Lord,
When disappointment, grief, and fear are gone, Sorrow forgot, love’s purest joys restored.
Be still, my soul; when change and tears are past, All safe and blessed we shall meet at last.
