{"id":1962,"date":"2013-08-16T20:57:13","date_gmt":"2013-08-16T19:57:13","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/omily.me\/?p=1962"},"modified":"2013-08-16T20:57:13","modified_gmt":"2013-08-16T19:57:13","slug":"small","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/omily.me\/en\/small\/","title":{"rendered":"Small"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"http:\/\/omily.me\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/08\/snorkling.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-large wp-image-1965\" alt=\"snorkling\" src=\"http:\/\/omily.me\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/08\/snorkling-1024x687.jpg\" width=\"640\" height=\"429\" srcset=\"https:\/\/omily.me\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/08\/snorkling-1024x687.jpg 1024w, https:\/\/omily.me\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/08\/snorkling-300x201.jpg 300w, https:\/\/omily.me\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/08\/snorkling-150x100.jpg 150w, https:\/\/omily.me\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/08\/snorkling-400x268.jpg 400w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 640px) 100vw, 640px\" \/><\/a>I step into the water feeling big.<\/p>\n<p>Excited and keeping my cool, acting tough, I walk into the icy cold water, laughing at my husband and sister-in-law who are still standing in the shallow parts, not willing to go under into the freezing wetness.?Dipping my head under the water just enough to get my goggles in the water, I float, high enough that my tube for oxygen stays in the air.<\/p>\n<p>The last time I went snorkeling it was magical. The sun sparkled and I felt like a mermaid swimming?in the midst of a school of fish. Almost touching them.?This time, the sun isn&#8217;t shining.?I see fish, corals and seaweed floats evasively between it, but the water is dark and menacing this time.<\/p>\n<p>All at once I stop. The ground opened up to show a deep gash. And I&#8217;m terrified. Like something will grab me.?Not so big and cool anymore, I shiver and wait for Mike to reach me. He wants me to touch the yellow buoy.<\/p>\n<p>We swim over, but I have to make myself. Something about the dark, deep gashes scares me to death. I touch the yellow floaty thing and swim back like my life depends on it.?I saw the anchor keeping it to the bottom of the sea. Deep and dark and mossy, reaching down farther and farther.<\/p>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>Once back at the shore, I can&#8217;t get warm or stop shivering.<\/div>\n<div>My brother-in-law names what I was feeling.<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>&#8216;I felt incredibly small in the vastness of the ocean&#8217;.<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>And I just had to get out.<\/div>\n<div>God? He holds that ocean in His hand.<\/div>\n<div>Me? I prefer swimming in it on sunny, magical days.<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>Written for <a href=\"http:\/\/lisajobaker.com\/2013\/08\/five-minute-friday-small\/\">Five Minute Friday<\/a> at lisajobaker.com<\/div>\n<p><\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I step into the water feeling big.<\/p>\n<p>Excited and keeping my cool, acting tough, I walk into the icy cold water, laughing at my husband and sister-in-law who are still standing in the shallow parts, not willing to go under into the freezing wetness.?Dipping my head under the water just enough to get my goggles in the water, I float, high enough that my tube for oxygen stays in the air.<\/p>\n<p>The last time I went snorkeling it was magical. The sun sparkled and I felt like a mermaid swimming?in the midst of a school of fish. 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