Wednesday, April 29, 2009

Bougeureau, 1880

Psalm 131

LORD, my heart is not proud; nor are my eyes haughty. I do not busy myself with great matters, with things too sublime for me.

Rather, I have stilled my soul, hushed it like a weaned child. Like a weaned child on its mother's lap, so is my soul within me.

Israel, hope in the LORD, now and forever.

Since I began praying the Liturgy of the Hours, this has become one of my favorite psalms. It reminds me to be humble in all things and focus on the little things in life. To be at peace with God and enjoy the comfort of His presence.

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