The summer air was thick with humidity as we made our way into the wilderness.  Hemlocks breathed their pungent, piney scent, and the river rolled along casually—inviting us into the clear, cool water.  I had no idea this backpacking trip with a friend was about to become a lifelong reminder that God hears our prayers. We reached our campsite and erected our tent as storm clouds gathered overhead.  With the invincibility of 25-year-olds, we didn’t worry about the ominous clouds and ran to the river for a swim as soon as the tent was in place. After a short swim, the thunderous clouds descended upon us, and heaven unleashed in…