Article May 11, 1987 Issue

"He drew me out of many waters"

Even when we can't figure out how God can possibly help us, we're not beyond help. We see His answer as our prayer quiets doubt and fear.

Mildred E. Greenway

My husband and I were enjoying a slow ride in a small boat, powered by a three-and-a-half-horsepower motor, in the Okefenokee Swamp. Quite a distance from the boathouse, the motor conked out. We tried to return by paddling the boat, but since my husband was bent over trying to fix the motor while I paddled using one oar, we missed the direction marker and realized too late we were lost. We entered a wrong channel, and soon the motor was enmeshed in underwater plant growth.

The boat was solidly blocked by a mound of gray mud on which was lying a huge alligator. He appeared to be asleep but once in a while he blinked an eye in our direction.

The sun was beginning to set, and it was getting cold. I had no difficulty visualizing a night of terror. And the mesmeric influence of fear was more disabling than the entangled undergrowth, more paralyzing than the mud.

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