Secret Falls, South Hobart, Tasmania

Secret Falls waterfall photograph. Hobart, Tasmania. Located behind Cascade Brewery on the Myrtle Gully trail. Photo of small Secret Falls with ferns and a rock pool.

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“If you make the Most High your dwelling–even the LORD, who is my refuge–then no harm will befall you, no disaster will come near your tent. For he will command his angels concerning you to guard you in all your ways; they will lift you up in their hands, so that you will not strike your foot against a stone.” (Psalm 91:9-12)

It was our “Mommy and Baby Day”, as we affectionately call it (even though she’s four years old now, the name has stuck). On our special day together, Mommy usually plans a “Mystery Surprise” for Baby. Today the Mystery Surprise was to find “Secret Falls”.

It is named “Secret Falls” because this pretty, little waterfall is not visible from the main track, and the Hobartians who know where it is are apparently sworn to secrecy not to tell anyone else where it is. So in keeping with the tradition, I won’t tell you where it is (but Google will).

Armed with a few clues, Amariah and I made our way up the track and quite anti-climactically found it straight away. It hadn’t rained much during the month prior, so this enabled us to walk right up to Secret Falls. I brought my camera and shot some photos while my baby mountain goat played in the gully nearby.

Just as I was packing my camera away Amariah decided to get a better view of the gully. She climbed back up the track and looked over the steep, muddy embankment, which was about a 2.5 m (8′) drop. But instead of staying on the trail, she began to step to the very edge, and just as I began to shout, “Amariah, no!” she had already slipped in the mud and was falling head first into the gully, or rather, flying head first into the gully.

In that split second, my frantic, anguished mother’s heart cried out, “Amariah!!!” She slammed head first into the bottom of the muddy embankment and somersaulted into a pile of leaves that had been washed down by the rivulet. It was the worst fall I had ever seen her take, and as it was happening I feared she may have broken her neck or some bones or maybe sustained internal injuries.

I tore off my camera from around my neck and bolted for her about 5 metres away. Out of adrenaline she had surprisingly already gotten to her feet and was running toward me. ‘Oh, praise God!! She isn’t paralyzed and hasn’t broken her legs!’ I thought.

I scooped her up in my arms and did an immediate medical assessment. I was absolutely dumbfounded! It was a complete miracle!

She had no pain in her neck, no concussion, no breaks or dislocations, no scratches, no bruises, no blood, and she stopped crying in about 30 seconds, which is less time than for a stubbed toe. She told me the top of her head hurt, but that quickly went away without even a bump to ice. The mud and the pile of leaves had cushioned her landing, but truly and honestly, God’s angels must have protected her in their arms. It was honestly, honestly a miracle. Thank you, God!

That morning we had prayed for God’s health and safety over our day. He had truly heard our prayer and answered it! It strongly reminded me of the Scripture in Psalm 91:9-12:

“If you make the Most High your dwelling–even the LORD, who is my refuge–then no harm will befall you, no disaster will come near your tent. For he will command his angels concerning you to guard you in all your ways; they will lift you up in their hands, so that you will not strike your foot against a stone.” (Psalm 91:9-12)

Though I was still shaken, my baby miraculously hopped and skipped and sang praise songs all the way back to the car. She loved “Secret Falls”, and I am so exceedingly thankful to God that she will be able to walk there with me again.