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Location: Florida, United States

November 30, 2007

Feeling Small



The movie Jaws had just been released. That summer as we sunbathed at the beach, my cousin and I shared horror stories from a book about great white sharks. The book and the film left me shaking with fear. The movie hit close to home. Jaws was filmed where I had been swimming all my life. We watched film crews making the film. We read in local newspapers about the enormous mechanized rubber shark who starred in the realistic chomping scenes. Watching the contraption was terrifying when coupled with the movie’s soundtrack. I was so fear struck when I left the theater that I had to roll up the windows of the car. I’m not kidding. Those familiar waters could never be the same for me.

Our family bought a used sailfish early that year and we worked all winter refinishing it: patching the wood, sanding the teak, painting, sealing, fixing the rigging. A sailfish is more like a surfboard than a skiff. It doesn’t have a cockpit. So you sit on the deck. We couldn’t wait to get to the shore. Sailing proved to be more fun than we had dreamed it could be. However, after watching Jaws I quit dangling my feet in the water when out on our sailfish. It can get uncomfortable if you never put your legs in the water, but I would rather get a sore back than risk losing a foot or a leg to a hungry shark.

In spite of my new fear, those were my days of pure freedom, loving life and sailing through everything. I treasured the feeling of the wind blowing on my face as we sailed, two at a time on the little sailfish. Some of my sailing partners took delight in deliberately pulling the sail in too tightly causing the boat to capsize. Both sailors would have to swim around the boat to stand on the keel and use all their body weight to right the old boat. After watching Jaws, I was reluctant to sail with a partner who enjoyed going for a dunk. I much preferred the feelings and sounds of speed as the boat skimmed across the water’s surface. Somehow the sensations of speed were artificially magnified by sitting so close to the waves on that sailfish.

One beautiful summer day, my cousin and I took off from the beach on the sailfish. The waves sprayed us as we tacked through them to catch the wind. I remember noticing how much fun it was to recognize the places in the distance along the coast where we had played over the years. Then we focused our attention on the water around us, catching the wind to gain speed. Suddenly we realized we had lost our sense of direction. The buildings that had looked like Monopoly structures moments ago had totally vanished. The only thing we could see was waves. My heart pounded. We were not safe. As the late afternoon clouds collected in the graying sky, I began to panic.

I think we understood the perspectives of the tiny people in Honey I Shrunk the Kids. Not only did we feel small in the expanse of ocean, but if we headed in the wrong direction, we could easily be lost at sea. We could be shark fodder. I don't know how, but we miraculously made our way back to shore.

Settling my spirit now so I can feel small in God’s big hands is a much sweeter experience than worrying about sharks and feeling lost at sea. Now I am directed by a holy wind, fully enjoying life’s ocean sprays. Prayer brings refreshing breezes and I come to know my Sailing Partner is in total control whether or not sharks surround me.

3 Comments:

Blogger Thresholds and Passages said...

Sue,
What a great blog! The pictures are perfect and it looks so professional. I’ll bet you get some great feedback. I loved the story and it took me right to the moment.
Cat

8:50 AM  
Blogger Daggywaggy said...

Makes me wish I was sailing. BTW, the definition of sailing is "The art of traveling really, really slow at a very great expense".

1:16 PM  
Blogger Susan said...

Now I’m directed by a Holy Wind. Wow! A sentence to cherish. Thank you.

4:42 PM  

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