I see a baby in a cradle. He sits under an oak tree in the summer son. A gentle breeze blows so that the cradle rocks back and forth. The mountains are in the background. I see storm clouds form over the mountains but they cannot come over the tops. They are not strong enough.
The tree provides the shade and regulates the temp. The baby doesnt notice a thing going on around him.
God has all things worked out, and He can keep all storms at bay.
Peace and rest come to the babes whose trust is in the LORD.