Each morning I watch my youngest children grow small as they walk away from me, eventually merging into lines of children ready to go in to school. For a time, I am able to distinguish Mark’s backpack and Timothy’s walk, but eventually I turn away, realizing they have become indistinguishable from the other children and there is no sense in watching any longer.
It’s one of those paradoxes in life, I guess, that when seeing so many children, I am reminded of the individual nature of Heavenly Father’s love. He knows my little ones better than I do and I can trust them to His care when I’m not there. He knows his children and can pick out each of us from the crowd.