like a weaned child

The thing is, God cannot steer a boat that is not moving. Nor a car sitting in the parking garage. And if I am sitting on the sidelines, watching life swirl in seemingly incomprehensible ways or waiting for things to just happen, I am no longer living in faith.
It is still making a choice when we've not made a choice, but allowed time to swallow up the days and minutes of opportunity. It is a passive choice, but a choice nonetheless.
How do we know God's will, when we hear opposing voices, lack the peace and "clarity" that we suppose that God should give us when we seek His purposes? Do we wait for the writing on the wall? Do we wait for peace? Do we follow the advice of godly mentors? Is lack of peace indication that the answer is no? And if it is no, is that a definite no or a no for now?
But I have stilled and quieted my soul;
like a weaned child with its mother,
like a weaned child is my soul within me.
Psalm 131:2
In the haze of hormonal, prenatal bliss, I am finding decisionmaking more challenging than before. From what to make for dinner to what to pray towards our future plans, I am conflicted with emotions and fears and physical stress.

Lord, quiet my soul within me...give me the heart of a child to singularly and wholeheartedly trust You with my life...
amen, and amen.