In my childhood our family didn’t take vacations, so I was eager to get to Burroughs Farms. It was beachfront park land owned by the company my dad worked for-only Burroughs employees were admitted in. Looking back, I don’t know why I was excited. Mom would secure the ties of my swimsuit so tight around my neck I couldn’t stand up straight. Besides I didn’t know how to swim. Most of the time I was at the waterfront making sand castles.

But there was this slide in the water that all the kids loved. So I gave it try. However, once I got to the top of the ladder, my perspective changed. I was up high and from up there the water looked a lot deeper. So I was reconsidering my decision. But my brother wasn’t far from me. He told the kid behind me, “Go ahead and push her, it’s OK, she’s my sister.”

My arms and legs thrashed the water. Panic-stricken I couldn’t rise to the surface. Fortunately, Dad was watching and came to my rescue. I’m reminded our Heavenly Father also looks after us. Many a time he has saved me from what could have been a dangerous situation.