“The
best time to go fishing is when you can.”
I
kept repeating that adage to myself over and over again as I stood in the cool
waters of the Gulf of Mexico and literally shivered until my teeth chattered
every time the Northeast wind blew. Oh, I
caught some fish. Pretty much what I was
hoping for in those conditions – a bucketful of whiting, all good for upcoming
fish fries. I’m just praying that didn’t
catch anything else. This was just not a
very relaxing fishing trip. Productive but
not relaxing. I think I would trade for
the latter. Bring on summer.
I
found out yesterday that the Texas governor has declared May to be Fallen First
Responder Month. On May 12th
everyone who supports the families of first responders who have died is
encouraged to wear something purple. Closest
I have is dark blue. Ah, well. We have to go to WalMart later to get some
fruit, so I’ll check out their purple stash.
Or maybe I could stop by the spray paint section and just have a
do-it-yourself project with one of my old t-shirts. Or how would I go about doing a purple tie-dye
extravaganza? Wait. How would I know if it is purple,
anyway? All those blues look alike to
me. Oh, and pinks. I don’t do well recognizing pinks. Well, whatever we wear, at least on that day,
do your best to remember the fallen first responders and say a prayer for their
families. Or maybe go out of your way to
say a creative thank you to a fire fighter or paramedic or police officer. Surprise them. Well, maybe don’t surprise the police officer
…
Mark
10:27 says, “Jesus looked at them and
said, ‘With man this is impossible, but not with God; all things are possible
with God.’”
Father,
thank you for the first responders and the sacrifices they make. Oh, and thanks for the whiting
yesterday. They will taste good. Amen.
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