Watching Over Us

I have a story from when I was a little girl that I often reflect on.
I find that I reflect back whenever I question God. You know the moments where you know you love God and that he loves you but you question why things happen or so I have thought, why "he" lets them happen.
Well I once again have found myself remembering when I was 5 years old and I was outside playing having lots of fun swinging by myself , not a care in the world, when all of a sudden I heard a voice telling me to run,I looked around and nobody was there, the voice again tells me to run, it's a very soothing yet urgent voice,I didn't question it I just did it, I got up and started to run. The feminine voice again tells me to run, then I guess I wasn't running fast enough tells me to "run even faster". I run as fast as my little legs could take me up the guided path of the stairs to my front porch , no sooner had I reached the top step I looked back and saw three huge black hogs! One of them had just ran through the very swing I had been swinging on! The swing was flipping around the top of the swing set and all I could do was stand there in amazement. My grandmother came out the front door she had heard all the noise they were making and had a broom with her to chase them away.
I just watched her all the while I was thinking about the beautiful voice that told me to run and saved me from the huge hogs.
Whenever I question if God is "really there" I reflect back on the first day that I came to know that God can do anything and that he is "really there" watching over
us.