Growing up as a boy in livingston KY was very hard. Putting food on the table was not easy jobs were scarce and so was money. My dad was very sick and the many years of coal minning was taking its toll on him. He had blacklung and could hardly walk. Mom tried to help by washing clothes on the river bank for our neighbors. But it was not enough since there was 12 of us children. Many times we went without food. Mom and dad were doing there best but just couldnt make it.
I was 15 years old at the time I decided I need to help mom and dad so I got dads old gun from his gun rack and got some shells from the drawer and set out to hunt squirrel for supper. It was a beautiful morning in August. The leaves were begining to change color and it was pleasent cool morning. I could hear the birds chirping and squirrels rustling through the leaves. I was enjoying the peace and serenity of the forest. I was so happy I could help contribute to the family. I anxiously walked to find a good spot to begin hunting. Finally I found the perfect spot a little clearing in the woods I stood for a moment to admire the beauty of the area when I heard a voice it said "move over now." Surprised I looked around I thought I was alone but when I looked there was none there. The voice sounded like it was right next to me I was frightened. Then I thought maybe it was my imagination so I stood there and begin to see if I could see any squirrels in the area. Then the voice came to me again except alot louder "MOVE OVER TO YOUR RIGHT NOW!" so I did at that moment as soon as I moved a bullet shot straight where I had been standing and hit a tree so hard it made a loud noise. I never heard a gun shot and never saw anyone. I saw the bullet hit the tree. Frightened I ran home and told mom and dad what happened.
As I recall what happened that day I thank God for saving my life and how close I came to dying and how wonderful it was that he sent his angel to watch over me. I now have five children and a wonderful wife of whom I would not have met if God had not spared my life for that I will be forever grateful.
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Thank you for the story. When we learn to walk with God, we learn not only to wait on him, but to obey him. Obeying that voice, as you have shown, can be very important. Thereafter, we need to learn to hear and obey his voice in living life.
Thank God for his angels that are with us each and every day. I was raised in Texas but I can identify with your childhood. Squirrel stew is delicious. So is rabbit. We, too, ate off wild life for awhile. God saw us through, tho, didn't He? Thank you so much for sharing this experience with us. GOD BLESS YOU
"God is here and I do not know" was Jacob's words in such a situation. Such experiences do bring alive His promises:"I will never leave you nor forsake you" and "I will be with you to the end..." Thanks for shaping this.