just fishishin

fishing requires extreme patience and low voices.. or so that was what daddy use to say. "if you talk too loud, you'll scare the fish away!" some days one could be out there by the pond for hours and never get a bite and other days you got bobble from the cork right away. it seems with fishin' there is no true garantee. but you could usually tell the first 30 minutes , whether or not you would be bringing home a net full or just a few. we would want to just give it up for the day when we see the fish just ain't biting..... pack the tackle box and go home.

i am sure Simon and his crew felt the same way. they had been fishing, not an hour, but all night. they had caught nothing. i just have to believe that maybe they wanted to prove their point and prove Jesus wrong.... "but IF you say so, we'll try again." (Living) Their loud shout made there partner boat come running. "soon BOTH boats were filled and on the VERGE of SINKING." i just have to wonder how they felt. they went from no fish to 2 boatloads.... SOON.

creeping in

so, i told ya that saga of my glasses that the dog chewed. let me shovel deeper into the truth of it all. we all sin. we all make mistakes. we all knowingly do wrong at times. its like that little untruth that we tell or agree to. sin. it is like we are driving down the road and suddenly realize that our vision isn't what it used to be. sin. we can't really say it happened all at once... just little by little, each lie, each untruth, each.... and this sin that Satan is laughing at has caused us to need glasses, continued we become completely blind.... sin. it destroys eyesight. it blinds us to the truth of God. sin. such a small word with such a big price. sin.

trusting in plastic

sometimes we just take things for granted. we eat, we sleep, we do what we do. then suddenly, without prior warning, something is gone. something is missing. yesterday i came face to face with this. i was sick the day before and who knows where i laid my glasses. well the dog knew. yep, started cleaning and disinfecting and sweeping, when there they lay on 'his' bed, chewed, mangled and destroyed. and now i am without my safety net. no glasses. no money.

cake walk

yesterday, I was sat down by an 80 year old woman after church. she meant no harm other than to have her way.... cake walks are gamblin' and I don't approve of it at the church. in shock, all i could say was gamblin'. i have never heard of that before. apparently her mom raise them strict. i felt sorry for her as she said, they never played cards and Christmas trees should not be in a church. it really made me want to buy her a set of UNO cards for Christmas just for the heck of it. she stumbled to try to make a point of the gamblin' issue saying you walk around and maybe if you land on the number they call, you'll go home with a cake.

(so cindy might go to the football game and cheer for her team and just maybe we will win and if we do, i will go home with a little joy.... is that gamblin' too? Huh? Or what about going into the shoe store only to see a pair on sale plus you got another 20% off, is that gamblin' cause you got more than you thought or more than you deserve?)

i was polite, yet in the end it was fairly clear that her way was right and i felt judged. clearly life for her has been no cake walk. i know that this lady may have 20 years left or less. i really hope that God has a big surprise at the banquet table just for her.... perhaps he will allow her to do the cake walk.