here fishy!

i found out that what i thought was "good night." in tagolog was really "good fruit." i got it wrong because i put the accent in the wrong place. wow-this is gonna be harder than i thought.
just spent an extended weekend with my family. yesterday was especially sweet because we went fishing together. now you gotta understand that typically when i fish, my friends advise me to stay home and fish in the living room, because they claim i catch the same amount as if i spent the whole day at the shore....zero...
fishing with my brother nick is a completely different experience. nick is a fisherman at heart. he once took me fishing and after a long day out on the pier, he turned to me and said, we have about four minutes to get off the dock. when i questioned him, he said there was a storm coming. scratching my head, the sky looked clear to me. By the time we got to the car it was pouring. This weekend nick lead the way again. it was great! i think when i go fishing with nick there's hope, almost a guarantee that we do not fish in vain. it feels magical. nick is unique in this way. if you met him you'd know-he is a fisherman in his guts. he gets it and understands the water, the weather, the fish. i feel like fishing is advantageous because it forces you to stop, to think. there is little else to do while waiting for your next bite to come along. so while i was sitting there, taking in the sights and sounds of jacksonville's public beach, i thought about how Jesus made his disciples fishers of men. i know what you're thinking-here she goes with the cliches but no, i really thought about this and pondered the idea of how when you first arrive, you've no idea what the day will bring. the water is vast and dark-so dark sometimes that you can't even see where your line meets it. many times yesterday i thought i was casting in one direction only to find my line had crossed someone else's a few feet away. my initial thought was that i'd witness nick bringing in fish all day while i waited patiently for a bite, but then it happened. and just like that i felt it. the people next to us must have thought i was "special," or something because when i caught a fish i would reel and jump at the same time, all giddy i would announce that i was scared and excited-still jumping....until i held the prize up for the photofinish. i've studied this passage, (where jesus says this to his disciples) before but stopping to smell the fish, brought me back to his words. i bet being with jesus and seeing his effect on people, the way he brought them in.....it must've increased their faith, like i felt with nick, hopeful-that the fish would come.