Wait with Hope

I have been spending time thinking about Psalm 131 these days. I love Peterson’s version in The Message:

God, I am not trying to rule the roost,
I don’t want to be king of the mountain.
I haven’t meddled where I have no business of fantasized grandiose plans.

I’ve kept my feet on the ground,
I’ve cultivated a quiet heart.
Like a baby content in its mother’s arms, my soul is a baby content.

Wait, Israel, for God. Wait with hope. Hope now; hope forever.

I think that is how loved people live – people who are convinced they are loved.