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; like a weaned child is my soul within me.

I don’t worry myself with the big stuff. I just rest.
Like a child with its’ mother, not concerned with any other, underneath the cover- I rest.
Things too large, too great, too marvelous- I don’t bother.

I’ll let God be God and I will rest.

Rest is living out hope.