Prodigal: This is a nice lake!
Me: Yes, but don’t go out at night with our safety precautions.
Prodigal: Smart Idea!
This is from the book Psalm 91 by Peggy Joyce Ruth and Angelia Ruth Schum
Have you ever been fishing on a lake in the middle of the night? Some people think that is the very best time to catch fish. When my husband was seven years old, all the people who worked for his father took their boats to Lake Brownwood to do some night fishing. Jack was placed in a boat with five adults so he would be well supervised. Since one of the men in the boat was an expert swimmer, his mother and dad thought he would be in especially good hands.
Later that night, during one of the times when the boats were going back and forth to shore for bait, Jack had gotten out of his boat and into another one without anyone noticing. Then off they went–without Jack–back onto the lake in the dark. This was back before there were rules about life jackets and lights on your fishing boats, so no one could see in the dark what actually happened. Perhaps they hit a stump. But for some reason the boat Jack was in sank. All five of the people in it drowned, even the expert swimmer. It became obvious that Jack had been directed to another boat by an unseen hand.
Yea, in the way of thy judgements, O LORD, have we waited for thee; the desire of our soul is to thy name, and to the remembrance of thee.
Isaiah 26:8
Jennifer Van Allen
www.theprodigalpig.com
www.faithincounseling.org
