We had always thought when Christy was talking about the man who saved her, it was the man from the rescue squad who had pulled her from the water. She had stepped away briefly from behind us and the next thing we knew, she had fallen through the ice covering the pond. We heard a quick scream and the sound of her crashing through the ice.
It all seemed like a blur from there on. I remembered pushing our small fishing boat across the ice to the spot where she went under: trying to break the ice away: calling her name: the rescue squad arriving with their boats and divers: and someone pulling me out of the water and back to the shore: half-frozen and exhausted.
And after what seemed like days, but was actually about a total of fifty minutes, one of the divers yelled out, “ I’ve got her.” Then came the ride to the hospital and the waiting. But with all said and done the doctors had told us – in shock – they could not believe how she had revived and was asking for us. They said it was a miracle, people praying and all that stuff. Yeah, I thought, I wasn’t into the miracle and God and church thing. They did keep her for three days for observation.
That was almost a year ago, and each time she talks about it she mentions the man with her under the water. I would always think Bob Couch, the diver and family friend who had located her trapped beneath the ice.
But today we had finally given in to Bob and his wife’s never ending invitations to church. “ You’ve got a lot to be thankful for.” Love to have a nickel for every time I’d heard him say that. Oh well, let’s go to Easter service and get it over with.
As we entered the church Christy began to began to jump up and point to the front of the church excitedly. “ There He is daddy, there’s a picture of the man who was with me under the water. He kept telling me He would take care of me and everything was going to be all right. That’s Him; that’s Him."
By this time everybody’s eyes were fixed on us. It was more than I could stand; these past few months of all the questions about God pushing at my heart and my mind. I found myself running to the altar and accepting Him, the man who had saved my daughter, Jesus the Christ. Needless to say that was an Easter service that church won’t soon forget.
It is good, knowing the power of His resurrection.
