A Bad Day Fishing

Louisiana Morning
(near Natchitoches, LA)
http://www.flickr.com/photos/jimdollar/600270497/

Rain pours from the sky. The boat’s filling with water. The dog smells like—well, let’s just say, he stinks, and you haven’t had a bite all day. On your soggy lunch or your fishing line. It’s a bad day at the hole.
A soft drizzle now beats at your back. You motor along the edge to look for a new spot to dip your worm. The bow caresses a nearby cypress tree’s drapery of moss, releasing a cascade of butterflies into the air.
You’ve found the spot. Silence descends with the cut of the engine. You nail the small nook with a smooth flick of the wrist and watch the bait sink under the surface. And a shimmer twinkles across the water with the break of the clouds.
The pole settles into the holder, and you find a comfortable position. You close your eyes to enjoy the moment. The gentle slap of water against the hull, birds chirping at the new light, a soft breeze blowing the fresh-washed air . . .
A bad day fishing is still a good day.

In Christ,

Renee


Nah 1:7 (NKJV) “The LORD is good, A stronghold in the day of trouble; And He knows those who trust in Him.”



photo credit: Jim Dollar via photopin cc

Comments

  1. A bad day fishing is still a good day with earthly fathers, too. Great post. :)

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  2. Thanks Melissa. I guess you can't tell I love to fish? LOL

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  3. I don't even like to fish and this makes me want to run out and do it. Great imagery, Renee.

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  4. Thanks Erin! LOL Swing on by and we'll go fishing some time. :)

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