Like A Little Child

Nursery duty this morning, and the room was full of cute little toddlers. A little overwhelming, actually. Even though I had several tween helpers, I constantly had to check the door to make sure no little munchkins exited without me knowing. (An aside note: I’m going to ask for another latch on the doors that the little ones can’t reach!)
I find it fascinating to observe how different they all are, and how they react to each others’ actions and even to me. Some retreat when a child pulls the toy from their hands. Others pull the toy back and say “Mine!”.  Some try to escape from the confines of the playroom every chance they get, while others quietly occupy themselves and wait for Mommy or Daddy to return.
Some seem oblivious that there is an adult in the room who is looking out for their best interests, ensuring they are playing nicely, are safe, are where they are supposed to be, etc.  Some are very aware of this ‘adult’ in the room.
One cute little 2 or 3 yo boy in particular followed me around the whole time. If I moved to another part of the room, he quietly moved with me. There, at my side, pretty well the entire time. Of course, my heart melted.  He trusted me, he looked up to me (literally) and he wanted to be near me and just wanted to sit on my lap ( even though he hardly knew me). I honestly think he felt it was the safest place for him to be. Which reminded me of God and how he loves His children.
I wondered what type of child I am to Him? Am I oblivious to his care and concern for me? Do I want to be ‘anywhere but here’? Am I more concerned about getting what I want? Or do I see what He’s doing and where He’s going and follow Him around, knowing it’s the safest place to be, even if I don’t understand everything about Him? 
I’m glad I have a heavenly father who has my best interests at heart, no matter where I’m at!