My First Personal Encounter With God
When I was 8 years old, we lived in the woods [forest town] along with other families because my father worked in that industry at the time [forestry]. One day I was coming home from my friends house and I had to pass a creek. On this particular day, I happened to notice two girls around my age just standing there looking at something in the creek, so I went over to find out what they were doing. I saw another girl in the creek, thrashing around, drowning.
The two girls who were watching, were in a state of shock and could not move. I started to become that way as well because it was something that was too much for our little minds to take in.
Anyway, as I was standing there, I heard a very loud male voice say to me “pick up the stick.” I looked around and saw a stick on the ground so I picked it up. Then the voice said, “hold it out,” so I held it out in front of me. Now this stick was only short and there was no-way that the drowning girl could get a hold of it…but as I held it out and it somehow extended across the water and the girl managed to grab a hold of it and I pulled her in.
It actually felt like nothing was at the end of that stick but anyway I pulled her back to the bank and she scrambled out. As she did this unfortunately, I lost my footing and ended up in the creek myself and they walked off.
So here I was now drowning in that very creek that I had pulled the girl from. I could not swim at the time and all I could remember was the murky grayish water and the pretty green oxygen weed suspended and gently moving under the murky deep.
After a while, I got extremely tired from trying to keep my head above the water and I began to sink…knowing that I was going to die. It felt very peaceful and I was ready to die.
As I sank further down into the murky water, my breath began to run out. I was almost at the end of the air that I had previously inhaled and my lungs were bursting. Suddenly my feet hit something hard smooth and flat, like a platform. This platform began to move and I was lifted so swiftly upward, that my ears hurt from the sound of rushing water whizzing past it. When I finally broke the water line, I began to disparately inhale and breathe again.
It was very odd because now I was standing on something that I could not see, in midair, above the creek. It did not take long before that platform began to move again. It began to move towards the bank.
[so glad no-one passing actually saw this because they would have thought, I was some kind of apparition]
Anyway, the platform I was standing on, then disappeared and I landed with two feet on the bank…
I really did not know what had just happened and I still think about it today, but I did know that my mother would be angry with me because I was completely, soaking wet!
So I went home and sure enough I was in trouble…Lol!
God loves me, this I know and he sent angels to bear me up on their hands, least I strike my foot against a stone. He did not want me to die because he has a plan for my life….This is only one of the many divine encounters where God has saved me from certain death…
I am still here because he loves me and I love him with everything I’ve got…because he lives, I live!
Glory!!!
When I was 8 years old, we lived in the woods [forest town] along with other families because my father worked in that industry at the time [forestry]. One day I was coming home from my friends house and I had to pass a creek. On this particular day, I happened to notice two girls around my age just standing there looking at something in the creek, so I went over to find out what they were doing. I saw another girl in the creek, thrashing around, drowning.
The two girls who were watching, were in a state of shock and could not move. I started to become that way as well because it was something that was too much for our little minds to take in.
Anyway, as I was standing there, I heard a very loud male voice say to me “pick up the stick.” I looked around and saw a stick on the ground so I picked it up. Then the voice said, “hold it out,” so I held it out in front of me. Now this stick was only short and there was no-way that the drowning girl could get a hold of it…but as I held it out and it somehow extended across the water and the girl managed to grab a hold of it and I pulled her in.
It actually felt like nothing was at the end of that stick but anyway I pulled her back to the bank and she scrambled out. As she did this unfortunately, I lost my footing and ended up in the creek myself and they walked off.
So here I was now drowning in that very creek that I had pulled the girl from. I could not swim at the time and all I could remember was the murky grayish water and the pretty green oxygen weed suspended and gently moving under the murky deep.
After a while, I got extremely tired from trying to keep my head above the water and I began to sink…knowing that I was going to die. It felt very peaceful and I was ready to die.
As I sank further down into the murky water, my breath began to run out. I was almost at the end of the air that I had previously inhaled and my lungs were bursting. Suddenly my feet hit something hard smooth and flat, like a platform. This platform began to move and I was lifted so swiftly upward, that my ears hurt from the sound of rushing water whizzing past it. When I finally broke the water line, I began to disparately inhale and breathe again.
It was very odd because now I was standing on something that I could not see, in midair, above the creek. It did not take long before that platform began to move again. It began to move towards the bank.
[so glad no-one passing actually saw this because they would have thought, I was some kind of apparition]
Anyway, the platform I was standing on, then disappeared and I landed with two feet on the bank…
I really did not know what had just happened and I still think about it today, but I did know that my mother would be angry with me because I was completely, soaking wet!
So I went home and sure enough I was in trouble…Lol!
God loves me, this I know and he sent angels to bear me up on their hands, least I strike my foot against a stone. He did not want me to die because he has a plan for my life….This is only one of the many divine encounters where God has saved me from certain death…
I am still here because he loves me and I love him with everything I’ve got…because he lives, I live!
Glory!!!
