(I've dabbled with a little bit of sketching over the years. Here's one of my pieces, of a baby swaddled in a traditional Asian manner, based on an old National Geographic photo.)
My heart is not proud, Lord,
my eyes are not haughty;
I do not concern myself with great matters
or things too wonderful for me.
But I have calmed and quieted myself,
I am like a weaned child with its mother;
like a weaned child I am content.
I am like a weaned child with its mother;
like a weaned child I am content.
- Psalm 131:1-2