“Can you recall your first answer to prayer?” I asked. “One of my most surprising answers to prayer came when I was a little boy of five or six. I had no pocket knife and how I longed for one! I was very mechanically minded. And of all things—a boy without a pocket knife! So one night I prayed to the Father to send me a knife, and that night I had a dream. I dreamed that out in the field where the corn rows joined the tobacco rows there was a watermelon cut in half. One half was all gouged out. The other half, plump and full, was leaning up against three stalks of
