But I have calmed and quieted myself, I am like a weaned child with its mother; like a weaned child I am content. Psalm 131:2
What is it like to trust? To taste bitterness, and yet swallow without revenge. To feel powerless, and yet uncrushed by the weight of the middle. To smell fear, and yet inhale the mystery of tomorrow. To hear silence, and yet follow the rhythm of each hour. To see nothing, and yet know you’re not alone.
The only way to endure questions without answers, trials without goals, waiting without destination, is simply to trust. Stepping into each moment like a toddler who is unaware, unconcerned, unable to fathom what lies ahead, but never wanders far from the shadow of the one who sees.