Psalm 131
Song of Quiet Trust
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;
my soul is like the weaned child that is with me.
O Israel, hope in the Lord
from this time on and for evermore.
Thoughts & Images from the Heart 
Thanks for this photo reflection, Rebecca.
I am reminded of a prayer of mine many years ago: “Please don’t let me get to comfortable.” I think “settled” would be the word. So now I wonder if I have, indeed, sunk into settled.
I am also reminded that the only time we should be settled is when we are in the ground.