Faith

Fisherwoman

I do not fish. I take that back, I used to fish. I used to fish on my grandparents dock with hot dog slices as bait. Where the little fish gathered for their bologna buffet. I would probably catch about three fish every five minutes, just to toss them back into the water and try for a bigger one. I used to fish when getting one on the hook was almost always a guarantee. Aside from that dock, I do not fish. I do not have the patience to fish; to sit there hoping and waiting for something to bite. I do not want to come up empty handed, so I stay away from the sport all together.

However, the other day I realized that I do fish. Not for fish, but for other humans. And not for my own gain, but for the advancement of God’s Kingdom. I put myself out there. I hope, I wait. I know how a relationship with Jesus has changed me, and I want to share that with others and watch their lives change too! But the great news is that I don’t have to do it in my own strength. I have the Holy Spirit with me, and He is the best fisherman of all.

Luke 5:10-11

Then Jesus said to Simon, “Don’t be afraid; from now on you will fish for people.” So they pulled their boats up on shore, left everything and followed him.

How beautiful that Jesus chose fishermen to become his disciples.

I need to remember this as I walk with Christ and with others. I don’t enjoy fishing because I don’t have much patience when I don’t care much about the outcome. Oh, but how much patience we need with ourselves and others when showing gods love in our actions and words. How urgently and vastly we should care about the outcome of others’ eternity.

Be patient with yourselves. Be patient with others. Trust in God’s perfect timing as you cast yourself out into deep waters.

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