Brice was my second baby, but my first to be breastfed. He was also our first born overseas, which turned out to be a recipe for one anxious mama.

Thankfully, my mother and mother-in-law (bless their hearts!) flew across the world to spend a month helping me adjust to all the new that came with the arrival of our sweet boy. Amid the normal adjustments of lack of sleep, caring for our toddler, and dealing with a clogged milk duct, my major concern was whether Brice was getting enough nourishment. With no bottles or formula to help me measure his intake, how could I be certain his little tummy was full of the good stuff he needed to grow and thrive?

My mom’s gentle words, though hard to believe at first, were just the reassurance I needed.

“Sarah, your body was created for this! Brice knows what to do, and he will drink until he’s satisfied!”

I had the privilege of breastfeeding him for the first year of his life, and my mom was right—he gained weight and thrived, all without measuring a single ounce of milk!

But my anxieties and my worries don’t stop at milk. I like to measure out my needs, to line them up against my resources and my reserves to get a better picture of whether I will be satisfied with what or how God provides.

Like the disciples, I hold up measly portions of fish and loaves and claim “what are they among so many”?

David’s simple yet profound statement at the beginning of the Shepherd’s Psalm challenges me and humbles me. The Lord is my shepherd and I lack nothing.

I long to flourish like my nursing son, who simply drank until he was satisfied, resting (quite literally!) in the fact that his mother would do her part to make sure he would be filled.

God’s heart for me is that I would flourish, and the truth is that He’s already provided all I need to thrive.