A song of ascents. Of David.
My heart is not proud, O LORD,
my eyes are not haughty;
I do not concern myself with great matters
or things too wonderful for me.
But I have stilled and quieted my soul;
like a weaned child with its mother,
like a weaned child is my soul within me.
O Israel, put your hope in the LORD
both now and forevermore.
- Psalm 131
And my pride stings. Once again I’m humbled. quietness. stillness and quietness.
“But I felt His peace that passes understanding
Grace that is never ending
Love that overflows my soul”
- Testimony, by Sara Groves
