Feeling worn out and frustrated from daily struggles, I recently hauled my kayak to the lake for some fishing. Fishermen know, the exhilaration of a bass on the end of your line is life-giving in more ways than one. However, on this day it was not to be.
After several hours of paddling and nothing to show for it, I found myself complaining. “Really, God? Not even one fish? How is this good for my heart? This just feels like the rest of my life–lonely, pointless striving and empty frustration!”
With His impeccable timing and oft-misunderstood sense of humor, the reply came in the form of a buoy.
SLOW – NO WAKE
“I didn’t bring you here to fish,” He was saying. “I brought you here to slow down and spend some time with me.”
I’m so thankful I didn’t catch anything that morning. God knew what I needed, and it wasn’t one more thing to handle (even a fish).
Friends, look for the buoys: SLOW – NO WAKE. They are gifts to be treasured.
Bert Fulks 