I’m standing on the grassy shore of watching boys grow into men, of casting nets in muddy water and wondering what they might reel in for the life God gave them. We celebrate the one I gave birth stand on the precipice of manhood, while another breathes his last.
And He hands each of us a pole and makes us masters of the hook. I’m wondering if my pole’s been laying in the rain of an abandoned boat one moment too long.
It’s been less than twenty four hours since the grey clouds moved in on our sunny day. I hope to share more on Monday. Until then, will you pray with me?