Some time ago my husband and I rented a home on a southern California beach. Our daughter and son-in-law were visiting for the weekend, and, being experienced bodysurfers, we enjoyed riding the waves very much. Late one Sunday afternoon I joined my son-in-law for a few more rides. As I "flipped out" of a wave to avoid riding it all the way to the beach, it was joined by another wave coming from a different angle. The strength of the double wave drove me into the sand.
My left leg was badly injured; it had lost all feeling and would not move or support me. Treading water, I sang hymns to myself, while my son-in-law swam out to me. I asked him to tell my daughter, who was sunning on the beach, that I needed help.
Upon hearing of my need, she stood at the sea's edge with good cheer, and I knew she was praying. The effects of her prayers and mine brought some feeling back to my leg. When I reached shore I could put just the tiniest bit of weight on it. It was in an unnatural position, and there was swelling and pain.
