"Not such a bridge as the one in the woods; but he had come to some place of difficulty in his life, and whenever he was in any way troubled, he looked up to God, just as the little girl did to her father, and said, 'Preserve me, O God!' It is the same as if he had said, 'Please take care of me, my kind Heavenly Father; I do not feel afraid, if you take hold of my hand.'"
"Oh, mother, how beautiful! But God did not really take hold of David's hand, and lead him through the trouble!"
"No; but God loves His children who trust in Him--who feel safe in his care--just as the father did his little daughter; and though He does not take hold of their hands, He knows how to make them feel as peaceful and easy as if He did."
"Mother, can I be one of God's children?"
"Yes, my dear; if you love Him, and trust Him, and try to please Him, He will call you His own, and lead you all your life, and make you very happy."
"Will there be any bridges in my life? I mean, shall I have troubles? Now, I have not any, have I? I have not to look up to God, and ask Him to take care of me?"
"You must not think great troubles are the only ones we have to meet with. You will have many small troubles, and will need to look to your Heavenly Father to take care of you through them."
"What troubles do you think I shall have, mother?"
"You had one this morning. Sarah was unkind to you, and you were sadly grieved."