About 36 hours into our evacuation, Nicholas walked up to me, looking just the tiniest bit down. He looked at me and said "I'm kind of sad that our house burned down." I quickly explained that our house was still standing, gave him a hug, and he went happily on his way.
Since that day, I've been thinking about his reaction. In his 6.5 year old mind, his house was gone. His toys were gone, his roller skates were gone, his hamster was gone. Everything he owned was gone. Yet, he wasn't distraught. He wasn't weeping (though at one point the day before he cried when he realized we didn't bring his skates--we'd had plans for going skating for Jacob's 10th birthday). He was merely a bit sad.
He never doubted that Craig and I would take care of him. He never doubted that his needs (and even some of his wants) would be met. That is faith like a child. Do I have that much faith in my heavenly Father?
Are not two sparrows sold for a penny? And not one of them will fall to the ground apart from your Father. But even the hairs of your head are all numbered. Fear not, therefore; you are of more value than many sparrows. (Matthew 10:29-31 ESV)