Hope is a satisfied child

I'm trying to picture hopefulness like milk comforting my tummy.

A Girl, large-scale sculpture by Ron Mueck

Psalm 131
A song of ascents. Of David.

My heart is not proud, O LORD,
my eyes are not haughty;
I do not concern myself with great matters
or things too wonderful for me.

But I have stilled and quieted my soul
like a weaned child with its mother,
like a weaned child is my soul within me.

O Israel, put your hope in the LORD
both now and forevermore.