By Charles Towne
There was never a time when I was a little boy kid that I visited the old fishing hole and was disappointed!
When I was a runty little boy kid about the size of an undernourished wart on a baby toad’s behind, I knew where all the best fishing holes in our part of the Fox River back in Illinois were. If, for instance, I wanted to catch some bass, I would head for the swift water and the rapids, and I was always rewarded. Boy, those small-mouth bass were some good eating!
One of my favorite fishing holes was a little glory hole that always produced nice yellow belly bullheads!
Boy, the fishing was good!
I remember sitting in the grass with my feet in the cool water, just waiting and watching, then suddenly I would get a bite, and just like that, I would soon have my reward!
Today I am still fishing, but it is much different, and so is the reward!
Instead of a fishing pole and a hook baited with worms, now I am praying to our God, and do you know what? He is always there to answer my call and answer my prayers. Yeah, that’s always productive, isn’t it? I would say so!
Papa God, we thank you for your great love and willingness to reward your children. We love you and praise you. In Jesus’ beautiful name, we ask it, Amen
