From the article “To Help your Struggling Children: Swim for Shore” by Colleen C. Harrison, and original published at Meridian Magazine.
Years ago I heard a compelling story. I can’t find any reference to it in Church magazines, so I assume I heard it at a stake conference or a BYU Education Week. Wherever I heard it, the Spirit brought it home to my heart with such power that its message has never left me. It became the guiding vision of my most recent and most successful parenting experiences. I only wish I had heard it twenty years earlier. Today, I am grateful to have the opportunity to honor it as the overarching metaphor for my testimony concerning parenting.
A Great Adventure Suddenly Turned Dangerous
The speaker began his story describing a family vacation and the high adventure of spending a day on a white-water river rafting trip. Most of the course of the swift river was smooth and invigorating, surrounded as it was by exquisite mountain scenery. There would be some stretches of rapids, though, and the anticipation of riding through them was a big part of the thrill of the day.
As the raft full of excited adventurers was carried along on the current, it became obvious that the streambed beneath was growing rockier. Just below the surface, boulders could be seen causing the current to pass over them in smooth, unbroken humps of icy water. The river guide was doing his best to avoid these submerged obstacles, but suddenly the edge of the raft was caught in the upward rise of water over a boulder and the raft bucked and nearly flipped.
In a split second, the fun of running the river turned to terror for this father and one of his children—a daughter—as they were thrown out of the raft and into the snow melt temperature of the river. Even though they were wearing life jackets, the deep current around the rocks pulled them under, and the shock of the cold water was immediate. Dazed and confused, they began to desperately flail around, grabbing at each other.
All their frantic efforts only served to submerge both of them over and over. Gasping for breath, the father realized he and his child were being swept away from the raft and ever closer to the actual rapids. Suddenly, terror set in as he realized they could die in this incident. “O God,” he cried out. “Please let me save my child. Please!”
Into his mind came the most irrational and counterintuitive thought: “Turn and swim for shore.” He couldn’t believe that thought could be from God! How could God tell him to turn away from his child and swim for his own life? He knew he could probably make it on his own, but he couldn’t just abandon her to be pulled under and swept away, possibly to her death! In a growing panic, he kept trying to get some hold on her, but with no lasting success. He could feel his strength waning. In a short time, he knew he wouldn’t have the strength to even save himself. They would both be lost. “Swim for shore.” The words came to his mind again, and finally a third time. “ Swim for shore! ” He could no longer deny the clarity and the finality in the words. They were a command.
Feeling like a failure, feeling he had lost his daughter, feeling he was saving himself while leaving her to drown, he turned sobbing and swam diagonally across the powerful current toward the shoreline. He couldn’t believe how strong the current was. Every stroke felt like his last. He felt like he weighed a thousand pounds and even when his feet finally found some footing, he couldn’t keep his balance and had to keep swimming.
Finally, after what seemed like forever, he found himself in water shallow and slow enough that he could touch the bottom and get his feet under him. Only then, when he tried to stand up, did he realize that what he had thought was the terrible grasp of the swift current pulling him backwards was actually the weight of his daughter who had grabbed hold of a dangling strap on the back of his life jacket. Thus, in obeying the impressions of the Spirit to swim for shore, he had not only saved himself, but his child as well. (more…)