Trust?

Our daughter Amy just moved to the Big Apple- New York City- to find a job a as a graphic artist, preferably for a publishing company. This is our first real separation, because she went to college at Washington University here in St. Louis. She lived off campus, not at home, but I could ride by her house on my commute to work every day. Susan and I didn't intrude or impose, but it was comfortable knowing she was nearby. Now she's living with roommates she found online, in Spanish Harlem. These changes bring the question of trust to a whole new level. Do we trust she'll be alright? Do we trust that God watches over her wherever she is, or do we think that somehow our presence, our instruction, our advice is needed for her to be secure? That would be delusional, to think we have power to control what happens in this world. Thankfully, we're not in charge.