"Father, what is that noise?" asked a faint little voice at midnight one night.
"Only the wind, dear," I replied. The wind was very boisterous and shook the house and the room where we were sleeping.
"Father," came later, and fainter still, "may I come in beside you?"
"Yes, my dear," I answered, and immediately she came right into my arms, and though she trembled very much, and the wind had increased in violence, the fearful little tot was soon fast asleep.
Now, I thought, what a precious little lesson for me. Why cannot I cultivate that same simple habit of confidence in our Father in heaven, who would value our casting our care upon Him, knowing surely, if we know anything about Him, that He cares for us, and is the only one who can undertake for us in our times of difficulty.