Faith Like a Child

Today my little, 5 year old brother Andrew is at the doctor in Greenville, S.C. for an examination of his legs. For those of you who don't know, my adopted brother Andrew had clubbed feet when we got him in China 2 1/2 years ago. He actually walked on the tops of his feet in an extremely difficult way. We brought him home and he had an entire muscle reconstruction of his feet at the Shriner's hospital in Dec. of 2009. His feet were so bad off that even though his muscles are well enough now... his tibia and fibula bones are still turned inward. He now walks on the bottom of his feet like anyone else, but walks extremely pigeon-toed and trips over his feet. So he and my parents are at the doctor today for his appointment and I'm home doing school.
But as I was sitting here I was thinking about Andrew. He understands that he will have to have yet another surgery and that he'll have to once again wear casts on both legs to his thighs. He knows that he won't be able to walk for 6 weeks and that it will hurt. He knows all of that. But he trusts Mama and Daddy. They have told him of what may happen within the next few weeks, but he nods his head solemnly and then goes back to playing. I am more worried about it then he is! He has faith that Mama and Daddy will take care of him. He knows that they have never let him down before. He remembers the last surgery and that Mom sat beside him when he was afraid and that Daddy hugged him when the pain medicine wore off. He trusts them, because they have proven themselves faithful. Why is it that we don't have the peace Andrew does with our Heavenly Father? I find myself worrying, fearing what the next day holds and wondering. But, why? Has my Father ever proven Himself unfaithful? No. Has He ever abandoned me in times of trouble? Of course not. Then why do we fear? Satan wants us to doubt God and His will and power. Andrew knows that once again after over a year since he had to wear casts on his legs that he will be there again. He understands, but he chooses not to worry. He is 5, he just keeps learning to read and playing with his Christmas toys, knowing that Mama and Daddy will take care of him. I want to trust my Father in Heaven with the same certainty and trust that no matter what, He is there. And He will be, always.