Thankful for Small and BIG Things

I’ve never thought I was ever close to drowning. But late this summer I got closer than I ever want to be again.

Our crazy little granddaughter, Miyah

One of our granddaughters, 8-year-old Miyah, wanted to go fishing, and I wanted to take her. We planned a trip to one of my favorite places, a small lake nestled in a beautiful valley surrounded by luscious grasses, with an easy in and out ramp, as well as comfortable restrooms and drinking fountains.

As I loaded the equipment that morning, I paused to consider which life-vest to wear. Our granddaughter would bring her own. The decision to take my best life-vest was determined by who my fishing partner would be that day. Should something unforeseen happen I wanted to be sure Miyah would be safe, so I tried to assure my own safety.

I love to fish, and Miyah was excited too, though she wanted nothing to do with worms,  and she wanted to catch a fish but did not want to touch a fish. When we arrived at the lake, we loaded everything into the boat and set sail.

We were off for a fun day.

My anticipation was high. I hoped Miyah would catch a big one, and that lake was a great place for that to happen.

Motoring across the lake, I was looking for a special spot where the fish might be biting. We tried numerous places. Miyah made suggestions and I tested my best hunches. We soon understood the bass were going to be elusive that day.

My boat is simple, but perfect for such an adventure. It’s an 11’ inflatable, highly durable, safe craft with tough, redundant air chambers, and you can add a wooden floor. Comfy bass seats on spider legs made for good seating. As we searched for the right spot, I turned back to adjust the electric trolling motor. Unknown to me, the spider legs of my seat were sliding across the slick wooden floor, and one leg suddenly dropped into a crevice between the wooden floor and the inflated side of the boat. This caused the seat to tip abruptly and, faster than you could snap your fingers, I was thrown into the lake and went completely under in about 15’ of water. My life-vest immediately popped me back to the surface. One of our daughters asked me later, “Dad, were you scared?” “No,” I said, “I didn’t have time to think about it.”

As water dripped from my face, I quickly assured Miyah that I was okay, and everything would be fine. We were quite a distance from shore, and I did not want to try to climb back in the boat for fear it might topple and throw Miyah into the water. So, I swam, pulling the boat back to shore where I could get back in safely.

It was then I noticed I was no longer wearing my glasses; they were undoubtedly at the bottom of the lake. Then I felt my cell phone in my pants’ pocket, well underwater, as were my car key-fob and other keys attached to a belt loop. Later I discovered I had pulled a new fishing rod, with a brand-new reel I had just bought, into the lake with me. It was about a $1400 quick dip in the lake!

A Sheriff happened to be in the parking lot. He kindly let me use his cellphone to call Mary to let her know we would be a little longer than originally planned. Soaked or not, this fishing trip was not over.

While we were dry-docked, Miyah caught some fish from the shore, screaming with excitement, but also screaming because she did not want to touch the fish. Well, what are grandpas for if not to help get the fish off the hook?

Fishing was not all that good that day, but Miyah had many compliments about how she liked fishing and how she liked my boat. She was all smiles. It was a good day.

This thank you is for a big thing. The Psalmist said, “The Lord keeps you from all harm and watches over your life” (Psalm 12:7). In this case, I had experienced that.

It was also a big thing because of what did not happen. I’ve thought of that incident so often. If I had chosen not to wear a life-vest, or if I had chosen a less buoyant one . . . or if I had gotten frightened and gulped water as I went under, there could have been a far different outcome.

Every time I’ve pondered the what-ifs of that day, I’ve been sobered, and I’ve been profoundly thankful. God kept us from harm. God guided me as I selected the life-vest I wore that day. That, too, I’ve relived many times – standing in my garage, staring at my life-vests, making a momentous decision to pick what is probably the best one I own.

Like you, I’ve had to remind myself to be thankful for the small, overlooked things, the many blessings we all take for granted. But there are big things too – a successful operation, the “we did not find cancer” report, safe delivery of a baby, a breakthrough on a big project. And, as in the case of that memorable fishing trip, even big things that did not happen.

Here’s more family fishing fun . . .


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Author: Randy J. Gauger

Follower of Jesus Christ, Mary's husband for 55 years, father, grandfather, great-grandfather, preacher, ordained American Baptist Pastor retired, writer.

4 thoughts on “Thankful for Small and BIG Things”

    1. Thanks, Bev! Always good to hear from you. I hope you caught the pictures of other family fishing outings at the bottom of this blog, including Stirling, Caden & our birthday girl, Chloe. We hope you & Bruce have a blessed Thanksgiving. Our God is good!


  1. Always enjoy your blogs. This one had a little more excitement than normal. Life lessons wherever we look. Especially with grandkids. One of ours ( MacKenzie 21 and a senior at California Baptist University) is home for Thanksgiving and she and I will bake pies from my mom’s recipe book. A tradition she thought of a couple years ago although grandpa’s culinary skills are non existent. Life lessons from generation to generation. Although not as dramatic as falling out of a boat. Appreciate you. A happy thanksgiving to you and your family.


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