ON A LOVELY SATURDAY IN AUGUST, our church gathered for a picnic at a member's summer home on Lake George. I decided to join my husband and two friends who were enjoying the view on a deck overlooking the lake. But as I sat down on the deck chair, one of the legs slipped between the deck slats, sending me toppling head first onto the aluminum boat deck below. I stuck my arm out to catch my fall, but instead it went straight between the two docks, wedging me in up to my shoulder. I was stuck and couldn't move.
My husband and friends immediately came to my rescue, but I told them not to lift me. I wanted to be still, and I felt as though my arm, shoulder, and little finger might be broken or somehow out of place. I couldn't move them at all.
Although I was literally in a very tight spot—and I was uncomfortable—I never doubted that I would be able to get out of this predicament. My conviction came from my reliance on prayer to solve all sorts of problems. So I immediately began to pray.