Why am I doing this?
Small boat
Strong current
Nets that are worn
I have no idea what I am doing
Nothing has prepared me for this
Unsure
Terrified
Intrigued
Obedient
Feeling a little seasick
The guide said the big catch is out here
Where? Now? How?
What are we doing?
Why am I listening to him?
I don’t think he has ever even fished before
Nets are out
I must look like an idiot
Everyone knows I shouldn’t be here
I am afraid
Whoa!
Big tug
Pulling us down
Boat is listing
Nets are stretching
We found the fish
I think I am about to drown
How did he know?
Why me?
I have been trying so hard to do this my way
Guess it didn’t work
New way is better
I have no idea why
Wants me to fish again
Different method
Different catch
Different life
Says I shouldn’t be scared
Yeah right, what does he know
I’m going anyways
Still scared
But I think I am getting my sea legs
I’m gonna need some bigger nets
January 24, 2007 at 3:33 pm
Very powerful, Greg. Nice job. I can incorporate that story of Jesus calling his disciples as they were fishing and your poem to the very things I’m discerning about in my life.
What a wonderful God we have that loves us even when we are scared of what is behind door!
January 27, 2007 at 10:50 pm
Sometimes our net just needs to be mended.