The trust of a child is an astounding thing. Josiah does not do well with milk (i.e. he wakes up every hour if he consumes any dairy products the day before -- I know, I can't believe I am THAT mom with THAT kid either). So tonight, when he ate a piece of the fudge (i.e. milk chocolate, sweetened condensed milk, and butter) I left on the table for our guests, I leaped across the room and grabbed it out of his mouth with a quick blind sweep.
He looked confused, but nodded calmly when I told him it would make him sick. With the taste of fudge still in his mouth, he snuggled into my shoulder.
Seriously? If someone took fudge out of my mouth, I would be yelling or inflicting bodily harm. Or both.
Shouldn't I trust God this way when He takes something that seems good to me? With faith like a child, I should. God help me.