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Let me start this post by saying that our camera got dropped a couple of weeks ago and is now somewhere in Texas (I think) being repaired (I hope) so I have no new pictures to offer. You'll just have to use your imagination. Sorry.
Anyway, last weekend we got to go to Bear Lake. Unlike our last visit, it was sunny and hot and didn't rain once. Of course, that meant that the rest of Utah and Idaho were also at Bear Lake, but I digress. Last year one of Brian's uncles was given an old Waverunner which he brought up to the lake and generously allowed the rest of us to play with. It's still there and for some reason I absolutely adore driving the silly thing around! Unfortunately, it tends to tip pretty easily and I'm incapable of climbing back on it unless my feet are touching the ground. At least, that's what I thought......
Picture a gorgeous, sunny day. The lake was blue and the sand was hot. I went out on the Waverunner for probably the 20th time that day. Because none of the kids were with me, I went a little crazy and attempted to spin a circle (I had, in fact, successfully completed this maneuver earlier) I made it all the way around and then the world went into slow motion. I felt the Waverunner ever so gently lean too far to the left and I realized that my left foot was under water. Before I could even react, the rest of me was in the water too and the Waverunner was floating away. It was so strange! I wasn't afraid of drowning because I had a life jacket on and I'm a good swimmer, but suddenly I became very aware of the very deep water that I was swimming in. I was having a hard time breathing but I managed to swim to the Waverunner and grab on. Then I remembered the whole "incapable of climbing back on it" business and almost cried! I was several miles from shore and there were no other boats nearby.
So what did I do? I prayed. I prayed as only a desperate person prays. I prayed for my very life. And slowly, ever so slowly, pleading and gasping, I pulled myself back up onto that Waverunner. I did it! Of course, I don't think I did it alone.
I was shaking so badly that I almost tipped the dumb thing over again! But I managed to stay up and make it back to shore. I even went out again a little while later, bruises and all. Did I learn anything from this experience? Probably not, but I'll always remember it as my Bear Lake miracle.
No such thing as "Canon"
2 years ago
5 comments:
What a day you had. I'm so impressed that you got back on. Way to go! Just think of the story that you'll forever be able to tell your grandkids. In 40 yrs time of course.
Thanks for sharing!
Wow! That is amazing! I can somewhat understand what you mean by talling off and not being able to get back on. They are VERY difficult to do that with in the middle of the lake! I am glad that it worked out well for you.
I am so glad you have the faith to stop and ask your Heavenly Father for the help to get back on. So many of us wouldn't do that thinking well this is too dumb for Him to care or even think of helping.
It is exactly like you said - a Bear Lake Miracle.
I have to admit that I have had a similar thing happen so I was frightened to go very far from shore. I figured I could always swim back. But you had the faith to enjoy and when problems arose talk to your Father about it.
Love ya
WOW. I know there's no way I could have gotten back on that wave runner either -I have NO upper body strength (however, the hoisting-Mia-work-out may make a difference someday). No doubt the Lord helped you -gratefully. Too many people love you to lose you (even for a few hours until some sporty richy-rich boater sees you and drags you to shore)! :)
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