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 child quieted at its mother’s breast;
like a child that is quieted is my soul.
O Israel, hope in the Lord
from this time forth and for evermore.
This is the attitude I think I need to have with discernment. I can’t figure this out on my own. Only God can figure out my life, and only God can tell me the answer. I am sick of all the logical thinking, the reasoning. I can’t piece it together. I need God to tell me and I need him to tell me in his time, not mine. All I can do is offer it to the Lord and let him tell me. I’ll keep my eyes focused on what I can do, and leave the rest to him.