Little one, why are you anxious? Why do you worry and fret? I’m with you always, and I intend you great good. Still your frantic imaginings. Feel my calm. There’s no need for panic. You’re led carefully and well. There’s always a choice: fear or faith.

With faith comes the certainty that my world is unfolding exactly as it should. Trust in me. Trust in God—good, orderly direction. Everything is in divine order. There’s a place for you, safe and protected. Feel my security. I prosper you. You are my child.