Resting in Christ Like a Weaned Child

Resting in Christ Like a Weaned Child

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I’ve come to believe life is a journey of continual uncertainty. Of change and decision, most of which feels like groping about in the dark. For the past year now, maybe longer, I’ve felt God’s nudge with little more than a vague idea of what and where.

I’m not a fan of vague or uncertain. I like to know. I like to plan, and I like to take firm, clearly directed steps toward a clearly directed future.

God should know this. He and I have been doing life together for some time, and I’ve begged, pleaded, and attempted to cajole Him to drop that proverbial neon sign from the sky.

I’m fairly certain God is watching me with a slight chuckle, fully aware of my OCD, minute-by-minute, year-by-year planning tendencies. Or perhaps He’s shaking His head, saying, “Jennifer, how long have you known Me? And yet, you still refuse to rest in My care?”

It’s not that I don’t trust Him it’s just that, well, I want to know! What’s ahead and when, what I’ll need to do to prepare …

Hm … Maybe my trust isn’t quite as strong as I’d thought.

The other morning, going through my normal prayer mantra: Lord, show me. Is this the direction You’re leading? When I finish X, will you lead me to Y?

And most importantly, will there be a Scooters at the end of that road?

And then, I stared at the ceiling, waiting for that sign that I knew would never come—and thank goodness, because we really can’t afford a new roof.

Being a person soothed by habit, I picked up my Bible to the psalms and began to read. As I did, I got my answer. Not the one I was looking for but for sure the one I needed.

I sensed God was calling me to quiet myself as His servant David had done, in Psalm 131:

“Lord, my heart is not proud; my eyes are not haughty. I do not get involved with things too great or too difficult for me. Instead, I have calmed and quieted myself like a little weaned child with its mother; I am like a little child” (Vs. 1-2, HCSB).

I don’t know the circumstances that caused David to write this, nor do I know what matters seemed too great or difficult for him, but I know, regardless, he chose to let those matters lie and rest in God instead. Like a weaned child with its mother.

When I think of David’s words in this psalm, I can’t help but think of my daughter, back when she was just learning to toddle. She’d come to me when she was hungry, never worried, never wondering if I’d feed her that day. Simply coming to get what she needed before toddling away to engage, fully, in whatever had caught her attention.

She knew I was there. She knew my love and care were constant. She didn’t spend hours contemplating tomorrow or analyzing her every step.

She simply enjoyed life and threw herself into living and growing.

And therein I got my answer. I have no idea what tomorrow will bring or what God might call me to do (or not do). But I know what He’s asked me to do today, and that’s enough. That’ll keep me busy—and content—if I let it.

Jennifer Slattery About Jennifer Slattery

Author, speaker, and ministry leader Jennifer Slattery writes for, is the managing and acquiring editor for Guiding Light Women’s Fiction, and the founder of Wholly Loved Ministries, a ministry that exists to help women experience God’s love and discover, embrace, and live out who they are in Christ. Visit her online at JenniferSlatteryLivesOutLoud and connect with her and her Wholly Loved team at

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