My first recognition of God’s intervention to save my life came when I was a child, probably around 10 years old. I attended school in Reeves LA . The school yard backed up to a wooded area with a creek several hundred yards behind the school yard. It was big sport for us boys of all ages to jump over the fence at noon, take off our clothes and jump into a swimming hole on the creek.
On this particular day I remember running at high speed and diving into the creek from a high bluff on the side. I dove straight down and since I was running at such a high rate of speed when I dove I went deeper than I had ever gone before. Suddenly I encountered a large root that protruded at the bottom of the swimming hole. My face was scraped from top to bottom and my chest and stomach were scraped as well. I then realized that had I dove even one inch deeper I would have been knocked un-conscience and would have drowned in that creek that day. (1930-32)
God intervened and I have lived to tell this story about his protecting hand on my life.
