A Psalm for Those Who Are Tired of Climbing
This reflection begins a quiet series, The Theology of Being Held, exploring Scriptures that make room for the soul to exhale.
There are seasons when faith moves upward before we realize we are following it.
We climb toward clarity.
Toward healing.
Toward understanding that promises to steady what still trembles.
Climbing is not wrong.
It carries us through survival and builds endurance.
It teaches us how to search honestly for what is true.
But there comes a moment — often after long endurance, grief, or quiet spiritual exhaustion — when something inside grows tired of climbing.
Not tired of God.
Not tired of truth.
Not tired of love.
Tired of reaching for stability that never quite settles.
After holding households together.
After navigating systems.
After answering questions you never expected to answer.
After sending the message you never wanted to send and watching something grow quiet.
You begin to notice how constant the effort has been.
And something in you wonders
whether peace has always required elevation.
It is a gentle exhaustion,
not collapse,
but deepening.
Psalm 131 begins here.
It does not describe spiritual victory.
It does not describe arrival through understanding.
It describes what happens when striving loosens.
There is a moment when life releases the belief that it must elevate itself in order to remain safe.
Many recognize this shift only after long seasons of effort.
Trying to understand pain before allowing yourself to feel it.
Trying to solve grief before breathing inside it.
Trying to predict outcomes before allowing presence to form.
Trying to hold together relationships, systems, or identities through vigilance alone.
These efforts often grow from love.
From responsibility.
From survival itself.
But eventually something quiet asks
whether reaching has ever been what kept you held.
This is not defeat.
It is relinquishment.
Resignation says:
Nothing matters enough to carry.
Relinquishment says:
Not everything needs to be carried for life to remain whole.
Resignation retreats from hope.
Relinquishment trusts hope without gripping it.
The climb can continue long after the mountain has disappeared.
When it slows, it rarely feels dramatic.
It feels quiet.
Something settles.
When the Body Stops Reaching
Often the body recognizes this before the mind does.
Your breath lengthens slightly.
Your feet settle more fully into the floor beneath you.
The effort softens.
This is where the body learns, slowly,
that it does not need to lift itself
in order to remain.
“Surely I have calmed and quieted my soul,
like a weaned child with its mother;
like a weaned child is my soul within me.”
A weaned child no longer strives for nourishment through urgency.
The child remains close, but without anxiety.
Close, but without grasping.
Close, but without needing to secure what is already safe.
This is not distance.
It is trust without strain.
At first, this can feel unfamiliar, even unsettling.
If I stop reaching, will I become passive?
If I stop striving, will I lose connection?
If I stop searching for resolution, will life unravel?
Psalm 131 suggests something quieter and stronger.
The deepest form of trust is not found at the peak of understanding.
It is found where understanding is no longer required to feel safe.
This is not spiritual indifference.
It is maturity.
Humility that no longer measures itself through growth.
Faith that no longer monitors its own strength.
Love that no longer believes it must secure what is already being given.
Some will recognize this immediately.
Others may only notice something loosening.
The psalm does not rush either experience.
It simply marks a threshold.
There comes a moment when life realizes that height is not safety.
That elevation is not protection.
That understanding, while beautiful, is not what sustains us most deeply.
And slowly, without announcement,
reaching gives way to resting.
Not because life becomes smaller,
but because trust becomes quieter.
You discover that remaining does not require striving.
Like a weaned child resting with its mother,
the psalm moves beyond effort into quiet belonging.
And sometimes, it is enough simply to remain
without lifting anything at all.
Nothing collapses when you stop climbing.
You simply discover you were already held.
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This reflection begins The Theology of Being Held, a series exploring Scriptures that remind us we are received with delight.