I know that feeling. The tension between knowing He's there and feeling the weight of worry anyway. You feel His hand on your shoulder. You know He's watching over her. That's not small—that's the anchor. But knowing doesn't always quiet the what-ifs. Faith doesn't erase the human part of us that loves so deeply it can't help but fear losing. Worry isn't a lack of trust. Sometimes it's just love with its sleeves rolled up, pacing the floor because it can't do anything else. But here's what I hold onto when the worry won't settle: He's not annoyed by it. He doesn't expect you to be a stone statue of faith. He sees you—the knowing and the worrying. And He stays. His hand is on your shoulder. He's watching over her. Those two truths don't cancel the worry—but they hold you while you worry. And that's enough for today. Praying for peace that doesn't make sense. And for the both of you to feel how close He really is. 🙏