Now for the rest of the story . . .

I’m nauseated and half of the boat is motion-sick and leaning over the boat heaving when the Captain announces, “Just nine more fish and we are at our limit.” WOO HOO

I hop up, grab my pole and start fishing again – I want to go home!

Within minutes we had caught our nine and were instructed to reel in again. I’m breathing easier and so thankful we caught our limit. This journey is soon to come to an end. Did I say WOO HOO?

We all take our places and the Captain fires up the boat. He announces over the PA that we need to sit securely for we’ll be traveling out a little further to catch shark!

What?

Who wants shark? Besides, aren’t we over our limit?

Somebody help me!!! SOS

Arriving at the “perfect” spot for shark, we stop and some begin fishing. (Thankfully the seas were calming a bit.) This was a different kind of fishing. When we were fishing Red Snapper you put your hook down and viola you had a fish, sometimes two. As I watched these shark fishers I noticed they would put their hook down and wait and wait and wait . . . This wasn’t near as fun.

However there were a few exciting moments. Curt caught a shark. Then niece caught a shark. It’s the one thing she wanted to do and did.

Since I just wanted to go home, didn’t care about catching a shark, and was still nauseated this gave me a lot of time to sit and reflect on this “wonderful” experience. Thanks brother!!!

I realized fishing was much like me being a fisher of men as Jesus calls us to be. I enjoy meeting people, telling them about Jesus, studying together, seeing changes take place in their life, witnessing them come to know Jesus and begin their life trusting Him. I can see the progress. I can see that they get it. There is evidence of my work and time with them. It is exciting times. It is much like fishing for Red Snapper.

But fishing for shark is much different. Actually, I don’t care for it and in my spiritual life being a fisher of man when the process is slow is hard. I try to keep my focus. I keep my prayers focused. But still there is no progress to visually see that they are getting it. They put up a fight, they don’t understand and they question. It’s not as thrilling when I can’t see the results. I’ve got to be more mindful to not give up when the journey isn’t “fun” anymore. I need to be more patient when fishing for shark.

Hubby said, “I’m not a fisherman, I’m a catcher.” Great description – I do love the catch. The evidence of your fishing.

Jesus calls us to be fishermen.

All I have to do is keep throwing the hook “Jesus” out there and He’s responsible for the catch.

Amazing!

Now for the rest of the story . . .

I’m nauseated and half of the boat is motion-sick and leaning over the boat heaving when the Captain announces, “Just nine more fish and we are at our limit.” WOO HOO

I hop up, grab my pole and start fishing again – I want to go home!

Within minutes we had caught our nine and were instructed to reel in again. I’m breathing easier and so thankful we caught our limit. This journey is soon to come to an end. Did I say WOO HOO?

We all take our places and the Captain fires up the boat. He announces over the PA that we need to sit securely for we’ll be traveling out a little further to catch shark!

What?

Who wants shark? Besides, aren’t we over our limit?

Somebody help me!!! SOS

Arriving at the “perfect” spot for shark, we stop and some begin fishing. (Thankfully the seas were calming a bit.) This was a different kind of fishing. When we were fishing Red Snapper you put your hook down and viola you had a fish, sometimes two. As I watched these shark fishers I noticed they would put their hook down and wait and wait and wait . . . This wasn’t near as fun.

However there were a few exciting moments. Curt caught a shark. Then niece caught a shark. It’s the one thing she wanted to do and did.

Since I just wanted to go home, didn’t care about catching a shark, and was still nauseated this gave me a lot of time to sit and reflect on this “wonderful” experience. Thanks brother!!!

I realized fishing was much like me being a fisher of men as Jesus calls us to be. I enjoy meeting people, telling them about Jesus, studying together, seeing changes take place in their life, witnessing them come to know Jesus and begin their life trusting Him. I can see the progress. I can see that they get it. There is evidence of my work and time with them. It is exciting times. It is much like fishing for Red Snapper.

But fishing for shark is much different. Actually, I don’t care for it and in my spiritual life being a fisher of man when the process is slow is hard. I try to keep my focus. I keep my prayers focused. But still there is no progress to visually see that they are getting it. They put up a fight, they don’t understand and they question. It’s not as thrilling when I can’t see the results. I’ve got to be more mindful to not give up when the journey isn’t “fun” anymore. I need to be more patient when fishing for shark.

Hubby said, “I’m not a fisherman, I’m a catcher.” Great description – I do love the catch. The evidence of your fishing.

Jesus calls us to be fishermen.

All I have to do is keep throwing the hook “Jesus” out there and He’s responsible for the catch.

Amazing!