Today I went fishing, unexpectedly.
Hustling aboard a boat, no time to reload coffee & creme into an almost empty mug, my skin prickled a shiver, even beneath three layers and a wool cap. I hadn’t intended to fish, and was merely loading boats–helping out in a fishing derby. Instead, a seat and invitation opened; I jumped in.
After a hello to our fishing guide and two girlfriends, I turned, lifting my gaze, upstream.
The river caught my pulse.
A forgotten prayer pattern erupted within me–my old friend, psalm 46:10a:
“Be still, and know that I am God.”
“Be still and know that I am.”
“Be still and know”
Today, an unexpected fishing pulse catches me, still. Life is prayer. Simply, be.
ps: guess what’s for dinner?
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