Jehovah, my heart is not haughty, nor mine eyes lofty;
Neither do I exercise myself in great matters,
Or in things too wonderful for me.
Surely I have stilled and quieted my soul;
Like a weaned child with his mother,
Like a weaned child is my soul within me.
O Israel, hope in Jehovah
From this time forth and for evermore.
- Psalm 131:1-3 (American Standard Version)
“Be still my soul the Lord is on thy side
Bear patiently the cross of grief or pain
Leave to thy God to order and provide
In every change He faithful will remain
Be still my soul thy best, thy heavenly friend
Through thorny ways leads to a joyful end”
- Jean Sibelius, Be Still my Soul
We have visited our son, and my wife is staying with them. She is needed there. It will be the longest separation that my wife and I have experienced, but our daughter-in-law is taking day classes this next semester and their youngest is not yet in kindergarten. She will babysit Peter until the summer and then Peter will be in kindergarten next school year, allowing our daughter-in-law to work her final semester around the children’s school schedule. But, with our son’s problems, having his mother with him will hopefully be a calming effect, at least some of the housework can be shared.
As for our son, it looks like he will be able to return to work in January although he still has no doctor’s excuse to allow him to do so, but the healing is far from complete. He rarely hears voices telling him to do bad things. He rarely sees things that are not of this world. He rarely …
The key word is ‘rarely’. He is still a bundle of nerves, with so many nervous ticks that he makes a chihuahua look calm. In the process of examining his childhood in ‘therapy,’ he dredged up so much pain that it took him to a dark place. Before the therapy to deal with seizures, he had never had bad voices or seeing things that weren’t there. He functioned without nervous ticks. He never had to activate his senses by making slime, playing with slime, smelling lemon grass, etc., just to calm down.
As I said, the doctors think that they are done (done with their torture), but the healing is barely started. God will have to do that. Yet, he is going to keep his eyes on Jesus, and take steps in the right direction. As Sibelius finished the first verse, “Through thorny ways leads to a joyful end.”
We each have our reasons to ask our soul to be still. We each have things in our lives that are unsettling, but God knows our needs. He is faithful to us. We have no need to fear, worry, or fret.
God has this.
Soli Deo Gloria. Only to God be the Glory.