Here is an image that popped into my head with peculiar vividness the other day.
A strong, broad-shouldered man is carrying a child in his arms. He's so strong, she weighs practically nothing to him and so loving that he holds her securely. But she is screaming in panic: "Don't drop me! Don't drop me!"
He smiles tenderly and says in reply: "Why do you think I would drop you? I never have before. I am plenty strong enough to carry you. All your life I have loved you. Of course, I might have to set you down so you can learn to walk. But I'm not going to drop you. And I promise I'll hold your hand."
So all that frantic worry is useless and silly. He has me and I am safe.