Sick Little Boy

Logan got sick this week. It is a rare occurrence for him. When he isn't feeling well, he rarely complains. I was laying by his bed and talking to him, and he started to cry. He asked me, "Why did heavenly father make it so our bodies can get sick?" He was so concerned about how long he might not feel well, how much school he would miss, and the thought of throwing up again. I knew that this little virus would come and go quickly, but he didn't. 

As I talked to him about how some pain, suffering, and discomfort is part of this mortal experience, I wondered if our Heavenly Parents feel this way about us when we feel so desperately concerned about her circumstances. Knowing that the things that trouble us will pass quickly, and wish that he could take our worries away? Does he, and his wisdom, allow us to exercise our faith and trust in him, all the while having an assurance that things will work out, but still longing to comfort us?