After reading Andi's post this morning I'd like to shed some light on this fishing subject.
Early last winter I found myself searching for many things. During the course of this pathless wandering, I thought that purchasing a fishing and hunting license might help me find some of what I was searching for. Six months later, I had done no hunting and no fishing. In searching to satisfy my own desires, I'd found exactly nothing.
A couple of weeks ago, I suddenly realized how wonderful the weather was that particular day, and I decided that it was the day to go fishing. Andi threw all the food she already had on the table into a picnic basket and we all packed into the van and headed to a local park that had a small lake. I didn't catch a thing, but the boys had fun at the playground and Grant got a small taste of what it's like to try and catch fish with gear built for someone twice his size. I was unhappy with the results of the evening. I had failed to show myself and my son that I could catch a fish, and I was displeased to see him get worn out so quickly by trying to use my equipment. But I had made the effort to GO and TRY, and that changed everything. What I didn't know was that there were higher powers involved with my fishing interests, and until I showed the willingness to put in some effort I was going to receive no benefit.
Two days later, this message was clearly shown to me. I was 40 miles from home installing a new movement in a customer's grandfather clock. I knew I had my fishing gear still in the van from two nights before, and I was considering driving to a nearby public lake after finishing the job. I am fortunate to work in a situation where I am paid for the work I do, never "on the clock," so if I choose to run an errand or go fishing in the middle of the day that is fine. This job was a good one that paid me well, so spending some time in the sun with a rod and reel sounded like a good way to spend a couple hours alone. I shared my plan with my customers as I was fixing their clock, and the man of the house insisted that I not waste my time driving to the public lake. He told me that I would have better luck right there on his private pond that was well stocked with fish. I had taken notice of his beautiful pond upon entering his driveway a few weeks earlier, but I never guessed I'd be invited to fish there. So I accepted the invitation and was blessed with two of the most pleasing hours of my life. I was rewarded with a little success, and a TON of positive mental energy.
To this point I had not given much thought to the timing of everything, but in the passing weeks much has become clear to me. I'll elaborate more in the future, as I am taught more, but I will do so on my personal blog,
enduringcreation.com, so that I can leave this as a place for Andi to tell her side of our family's adventures without me stealing her thunder.
