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….
Yes, like a weaned child is my soul within me.
…..put your hope in the Lord–now and always. (Ps 131)
Yes, I realize this is a polar bear cub, not a child, but that in itself, says so much! Something with potential to become wild and fierce, much like my worries, problems, anxieties and confusion, can be stilled; hushed into total dependence, peace and perfect REST.
No barking or anxious snapping, not feisty or dirty from digging and scrapping to fin for itself.
On the contrary, so full of trust that, though it cannot care for its own needs, it snuggles in and falls fast asleep without a worry in the world. Confident of the Creator’s care.
A sight so precious to HIM; irresistible to love.