Kid friendly

Yesterday I had the privilege of spending some time at the beach.  While there, I noticed a little girl who appeared distressed.  Her calm manner of chasing seagulls quickly turned to panic; she began pacing a small distance of beach, threw herself into the sand, then began crying for help.  I scanned the shore, looking for her parents, wondering why no one was responding to her cries.  Either she noticed my gaze or I simply have a billboard on my head that reads kid-friendly, because she immediately came running toward me.
"Help! Help!  I need help!"
"Sweetie, what's wrong?"
"I can't find my babysitter!  I was chasing seagulls and wandered away and now I can't find her!  I need help!"
"It's okay, honey; I'll help you find her.  Which way did you come from?"
"Over there.  I need help!  I'm too little to be alone!  I never should have run off!"
"Sweetheart, it's okay; we'll find her."
As we began walking back in the direction she had come from, little Emma continued to freak out as my reassurances seemed to fall on deaf ears.
"My tummy hurts.  It really, really, really hurts!"
"Does your tummy hurt because you're scared, hun?
"Uh-huh."
"Sometimes my tummy hurts when I'm scared too.  I hope your tummy feels better once we find Miss Lisa."
"What if I have to stay here forever!  What about when it gets dark?  I'm afraid of the dark!  I'm too little to be alone!"
Putting my hand on the small of her back, I said, "Honey, we'll find her.  I won't leave you until we find her."
That finally did the trick to calm the sweet child down.  Shortly down the beach, we found her friends and babysitter.  She ran to them without looking back.
Knowing that she was okay, I started walking back when God gently nudged my heart and I couldn't help but laugh.
"Papa, You've got quite the sense of humor, hey.  I'm that little girl; I'm so consumed with my fears in the moment, with the unknowns of how things are going to work out, that I can't see Your plan in all of this, can't hear Your reassurances.  The solution must seem so simple in Your eyes.  Like this little child, I must trust that You are with me, that where You're leading me is safe and good and peaceful.  Your ways are higher than mine; why do I lean on my own understanding?

Where You lead, Papa.  Give me the peace to quite my fears and trust the direction in which You lead.