Proof The Bible Is True

I’ve been a “water bug” for as long as I can remember. My dad taught me to swim when I was 10 years old, and I’ve been swimming almost every day since. When I was in my 40s my teenage son taught me to bodysurf. The idea is to catch a large wave at its crest. Just as it foams over, you flop on your stomach with your arms stretched out in front and ride that wave to the shore for all it’s worth. There’s no thrill like it.

 

In 1990 my husband, Donald, and I were vacationing in Hawaii. Oahu is famous for its beaches, and one of our favorites is Bellows Beach, south of Kailua on the eastern side of the island. Donald and I had been there many times over the years.

 

The weather was perfect that day and we practically had the beach to ourselves. The waves crested close to shore, and I waded eagerly into the surf, waiting for a breaker. Within seconds the roiling water knocked me off my feet. My legs suddenly felt powerless. An undertow! I thrust my arms up. “Help! Help!”

 

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