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Following the Son
written by Michele Hughes
Have you ever had a bite? I mean a good one where the line clicks, the pole jerks, and you start cranking because you know “the big one” is on the end of the hook! If you have, you know the thrill!
I remember growing up with three brothers. Many summer vacations were spent driving to Rice Lake, Canada from Ohio where we would stay in cabins. We spent days fishing and evenings frying. My grandparents often went with us. We had a pond and a cabin in Ohio where we enjoyed many fishfrys as well.
Years passed and vacations looked different. My husband and I spent vacations in Orange Beach, Alabama. My parents often joined us. My dad was always the first one down to the water with all his fishing gear. After sunrise, I would go down and hear about his morning. He had talked to everyone who walked by. He knew what was biting, where they were from, and so much more. Then he’d gather up the fishing gear and we’d walk the beach and have life talks.
Over the years, I think Dad really enjoyed fishing for men more than he enjoyed the sport. This reminds me of the story of Peter in Luke 5:5-11 NIV:
{Matthew 4:19 ESV}
{Mark 1:17 ESV}
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