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| It's Supposed to Look Like This courtesy Photobucket.com |
More than almost anything else, my friend Jean loved to
fish.
At vacation time, she would organize for her family a
fishing trip either to a lake or river fishing resort.
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| Carquinez Straits courtesy free maps |
Jean was an excellent fisherwoman, and she always caught her
fish. One time she invited the young
married church group over for a sturgeon barbecue and I remember it being so
good.
Anytime someone mentioned fishing Jean was ready and raring
to go.
Out of desperation to fish during the week, she decided to
invite some of the ladies to join her for a girl’s day out fishing for
sturgeon. My neighbor cousin, Joann and
I thought that would be fun, so we decided to go for it. We packed a lunch, dressed warmly and were
ready when Jean picked us up early that morning.
Joann and I were acting silly, laughing and having a good
time. We would sing to the fish and tell
them to take our bait. The boat captain
was a professional fisherman and he did not take lightly to our jolly, rather
loud time of fun.
As the day went on, all of a sudden I had a big bite on my
line. Jean came over to encourage me
what to do next and it took some time fighting with my catch. “Let the line out, now pull it in,” all good
advice and after many minutes, I lifted my giant fish over the side.
The captain came over with his tape measure and pronounced,
“Not long enough,” as he promptly unhooked my fish and tossed it over the side.
I can still remember that hollow feeling when I realized he
had rejected my catch.
In my heart I thought he was upset with us girls and that
perhaps this was a chastisement for our loud banter back and forth. Or maybe my fish truly was an inch short of
the minimum.
Although cast down, I continued to fish but not whole
heartedly. I was ready to go home.
Oh how this reminds me of that day when God passes out the rewards. He might say to some, sorry but you don't measure up enough – go over to this side with those who have wood, hay and stubble.
My desire is for him to say, "Just the right measure for you
are a keeper – Enter into the joy of the Lord."
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9 comments:
Great story! JoAnn loved fishing, I miss her and think about her often. Barbara C
Looking forward to the day God's measuring tape finds me "just right." Awesome story!
Isn't it peculiar that some people want to dictate how we should have fun and insist it be done their way... as if they're having any fun. Our Father gives us more freedom than that. We can do His work and serve Him while having fun and being ourselves... I'd say you're more of a fisherwoman of souls than that captain will ever be a fisherman.
I love the title we share despite our weaknesses; Good and Faithful Servant...
My husband would have loved this fishing trip. He lives to fish and is also a fantastic and dedicated fisher of men. Me not too excited about fishing for fish. Sounds like your friend was a very special and unusual lady.
Good story. I would be OK on a fishing boat, but not fishing. As a young girl, I was on a row boat in the Puget Sound with an uncle. I would read a book and look around. That was my favorite way to hang in that way. Glad others got the fish, b/c I like to eat them. Just not a fishing/hunting person. But an eater.
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Thanks Kavin, I am having a lot of views from Russia, Poland and Europe in general as well as the United States. Thank you for commenting,
I love your stories! This one was a wonderful lesson for me to be diligent in my faith walk. Thank you!
Hazel, I think I would like to go on a fishing trip with you :). Sounds like my kind of fun--singing to fishies. And nevermind that grumpy captain. I think our Captain is much more gracious. We throw the line out time and time again...
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