It is a powerful river! I can picture your story exactly! Wow. The Lord clearly spared you that day!I had a scary God moment in the Kings River too! Many years ago. Went tubing with some friends, it was spring, the river was WAY high, lots of rapids. They tied all the inner tubes together with a big rope. I was a timid, fearful person, I could barely swim and am afraid of water when I can't touch bottom or reach the edge. But I was trying to prove I wasn't a chicken, and I figured the tubes would be safe.
Going around a bend, my tube came loose from the rope and got sucked to the outside of the turn. The water was so fast that in a moment the others were out of sight! The river was so high, it was half way up the tree branches. I was hanging on for dear life, on my back on the tube. Ahead a big limb was across the water, about a foot above the water. I was afraid it would hit me in the face, so as I went under it I put a hand on it to help me pass under it. But the water sucked my inner tube out from under me and I grabbed the limb with both arms in that second. My tube was gone!
I was too far from shore to pull myself over, and the water was sucking at me so hard I couldn't let go enough to try. I thought I was going to die that day. YET--I had this strange feeling that I was NOT! Of course I am praying like crazy. How was God planning to help me? It looked and felt hopeless. A couple was fishing upriver from me. I yelled but the water was too loud, and they didn't hear me. I knew if I let go I'd get sucked under and caught in branches. My head was just above water. But somehow I had no fear, only peace.
Finally after an eternity, I saw a fellow from our group. He had been wearing a wetsuit and flippers and had managed to get to the shore after he saw my predicament. He was carrying a tube. He crawled out into the tree as far as he could, but was still 8-10 feet from me. He yelled as loud as he could, so I could hear him over the water, that he was going to throw the tube to me, and I had to grab it. I can still hear his words: "IT'S YOUR ONLY CHANCE!!!" I nodded and prayed. He threw it. I let go and grabbed it! Thank you Lord!
Down the river I went! He dove in and caught up to me and we went down the river together till he could get me to the shore where I could recuperate. He had saved my life. My clothes were practically pulled off me and my hair was full of branches and I was exhausted. I decided I really didn't need to pretend I wasn't chicken; from now on I was just fine with being a chicken, and I would not do anything like this again. But God had told me I was going to be OK, and I was.