like a weaned child rests

in the service tonite i couldn't breathe. i think i was on the verge of a panic attack. i looked down to my Bible, and saw this passage:

psalm 131
1. O LORD, my heart is not proud, nor my eyes haughty; nor do i involve myself in great matters, or things too difficult for me.
2. surely i have composed and quieted my soul; like a weaned child rests against his mother, my soul is like a weaned child within me.
3. O Israel, hope in the LORD from this time forth and forever.

i rested....