One evening years ago I was walking my dog in a large park in the San Jacinto Mountains in California when all of a sudden he jerked me around and took off after a coyote. I was unable to hold him back. I was knocked to the ground and became unconscious. When I regained consciousness, I discovered that some nearby campers had come to my aid. They expressed great concern and offered to call the paramedics.
Although I seemed to be in quite a state of shock and pain, I was able to rouse myself, assuage the campers’ fears, and assure them that I would be fine. After they brought me some water to drink, they left, and I sat for a while, mentally declaring that I could never for an instant be separated from God; that all things were in His hands and under His omnipotent control right at that very moment.
My overriding concern at that point was for my dog. Not only coyotes but other wildlife as well, including bobcats and mountain lions, frequented the area. I dragged myself up and down the trail, calling and whistling for my dog, but there was neither sound nor sight. It was getting dark, and I was still in pain. I needed to get home because I was having friends come over, and they would wonder about my whereabouts if I was not there. (My husband was out of town.)
