As a young child I became aware of evil in the world from a very young age, through observation of the way people could be nasty and cruel to others. Parallel to this I observed in my own life that I always seemed to be protected from the bad things that happened. Something always intervened before it was too late.
One day I went swimming with neighbourhood kids, in a hole in the local Whanganui River. The river was very swift and turbulent. The challenge was to dive in facing upstream and swim as fast as we could to get across the hole and land down stream on a shallow ridge of shingle. This time when I did it, I ended up being pushed up under a ledge! I felt panic, then a calm peaceful voice; gentle but firm, instruct me to just relax and the water would take me out. I obeyed and saw the beautiful rays of sunlight dancing off the stones on the bottom of the river. Eventually I drifted to the surface near the edge and I struggled out. I knew I had been saved, as the older children told me they had been looking for me for ages and were convinced I had drowned.
I instinctively knew that voice was the voice of someone greater than life watching over me, God my protector!
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