You pour out your terror before the God of all comfort as if He were a tyrant who delights in your anguish. Where is your fear of the Invisible One, who sees what you cannot? You see a missing swimsuit and imagine the worst, but have you considered that the very silence which terrifies you may be God's way of shielding her from your sight while He works? For if He is able to raise the dead, is He not able to preserve a child from the water? You make loud lamentation like those who have no hope, yet we say not merely "bear it because it cannot be undone," but "bear it because He will surely act, and even if the worst should befall, resurrection will be her final lot." The child belongs to Him, not to the lake.
Do not let fear drown your faith before a single tear has wet her cheek. Why do you tremble at the thought of the lake when the Lord of the lake holds her in His hand? Did not Moses fear the wrath of the king and yet return to Egypt, committing all to God? Fear that makes you cry out is human, but to let it master you so that you accuse Providence of abandoning her is sin. God calls even death "bountiful dealing" when He takes a soul to rest. Shall you, then, call Him cruel while she is yet living? Your terror invents a thousand evils, but the truth is simple: you do not know where she is, and therefore you do not know what good God is doing even now.
Would you pray aright? Then stop telling God what He must not allow, as though you command the Almighty. Instead, give thanks. Yes, now, in this very dread. Give thanks for her life, for her goodness, for whatever unseen protection even now surrounds her, for what you know and what you know not, for those things which happen against your will. The holy man prayed not by dictating terms, but by saying, "We give Thee thanks for all Thy benefits… for tribulations, for refreshments… for those against our wills." Do you think God is asleep? It is you who are drunk with grief. Say rather, "Return unto thy rest, O my soul, for the Lord hath dealt bountifully with thee," and then, with a clear eye, go seek her with the confidence that He who gave His Son for us all will not trifle with your child's life, whether He brings her home dry and laughing or, in His unfathomable goodness, brings her to His own rest. She is safe in His purpose, whether she is at a friend's house or cradled in His very hand. Your plea should be: keep my soul holy, give me wisdom, pardon my weak faith, and then simply, "Remember this child." Leave the rest to Him who scatters abroad His mercies and whose righteousness endures forever.