We
got to see my cousin who lives in Maryland yesterday. She and her family are in town for a few days
visiting other family and going to the beach.
They are on a college visiting tour for their son. His favorite Texas school has been Texas
A&M, but he hasn’t decided yet.
They
mentioned having had brunch at IHOP, so I casually inquired, “What does the
beach look like?” I was trying to get
some information about how rough it was to see if I wanted to go fishing. He assured me that it was really calm,
“enough that you could wade out to the second or third sand bar.” Now I should have known something was awry at
that point. I guess in my desire for
conditions to be just right that I just forgot they have not lived anywhere
near the Gulf for many, many years.
After all, where I usually go fishing, you have to walk on sand to get
to about where the second sand bar used to be.
But come on. How could I
resist? I went fishing. Well, after they left, of course.
It
was, once again, really rough. The
tourists didn’t even stay in the water for very long at a time, and the current
was really strong as well, so it’s probably best that they didn’t. Now, I did catch one good-sized spec. Two others hit the line hard, but never got
hooked. Other than those, though, I didn’t
even feed the little ones. Just
nothing. I certainly did get beat up by
the waves, though. Great workout. At least that’s what I’m telling myself.
Remind
me not to take advice on Gulf of Mexico conditions from a Marylander.
1
Corinthians 2:12 says, “We have not
received the spirit of the world but the Spirit who is from God, that we may
understand what God has freely given us.”
Father,
thank you for the chance to hang out with Kristen and Clay and their kids for a
while. Keep them safe on their journey
back to Maryland. Amen.
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