I hear a bird through the thin camper walls. It is calling the world awake on an early Sunday morning. An alarm clock of sorts. Wake up! Arise. The sun is just over the horizon waiting to make an appearance. Get ready!
We are expecting a little visitor today. His parents are bringing him for a little fishing excursion. We have a life-vest just his size and a fishing pole suitable for his little hands. And snacks! Snacks are a must-have on the boat.
His mama grew up camping and fishing. She’s not a big fan of camping anymore but she enjoys being on the water. His daddy loves to fish when he has the opportunity. So the boy is destined to be a fisherman. And if his uncles and Papa have anything to say about it, he will know how to fish!
His Nonnie is not a big fan of sitting for hours on end with a rod in hand waiting for that catch-of-the-day. But she does enjoy watching her people and snapping pics of the fun. There is always a story in the boat worth capturing. And that is my kind of fishing.
“And He *said to them, “Follow Me, and I will make you fishers of men.””
Matthew 4:19 NASB1995
“So when they got out on the land, they saw a charcoal fire already laid and fish placed on it, and bread. Jesus said to them, “Bring some of the fish which you have now caught.” Simon Peter went up and drew the net to land, full of large fish, a hundred and fifty-three; and although there were so many, the net was not torn.”
John 21:9-11 NASB1995
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