By Anonymous (Soli Dei Gloria)
O Lord, my heart is not lifted up; my eyes are not raised too high; I do not occupy myself with things too great and too marvelous for me. But I have calmed and quieted my soul, like a weaned child with its mother; like a weaned child is my soul within me. O Israel, hope in the Lord from this time forth and forevermore.
A couple of days after God gave me the vision for this picture, a massive storm hit my life and I had to learn to walk out Psalm 131 in a deep and personal way. I started by clamoring and grasping for the comfort and safety of the past, but it escaped me. This matter was way too great for me. I may sooner calm the sea or rule the wind than reclaim devastation. However, as I let go of control, took the place of meekness, and placed my hope in the Lord, divine grace calmed and quieted my soul under the anguish of disappointment and devastation, and I became this weaned child.