Lucky Fish

I have no idea how it happened. Sincerely. I was playing golf today in a fund raising tournament with some friends from church. The skies today were clear and the temp was amazing for the middle of July. Low 80's.

So here's what happened. I get a text message about needing to take our 2 year old to the doctor for a thumb injury. No big deal. Then, a couple hours later...it came. The phone call, I mean. It seemed like such a harmless request. "Scott," my wife said, "can I get her a fish?" It didn't take long for me to answer, "Yes." What's the harm I thought. Get her a pink beta thing that lasts a couple months, it dies, they cry and then forget about it. 20 bucks tops.

When I show up at home, I could not believe my eyes. NO FISH. Instead what sat in my kitchen was the reason why the phrase "out of control" came about. There was no fish but there was equipment for about 20 fish. I was about to have an aneurysm.

Then she came in the room. Big brown eyes...full lips...giant smile. My baby girl melted me in seconds. She told me how excited she was to get a fish (and reminded me of the pink guitar I owe her) in that sweet 2 year old dialect. I was done for good. I went out and bought more stuff we needed.

The fish are few days away from being picked but their world is being prepared for now. Lucky fish. All because my child wants you...

If you're a follower of Jesus, this might start to sound familiar. Because of His son, we are wanted and paid for. The price was probably more than we're worth. And check this out...he is preparing a place for us to be with him. Lucky fish. Lucky fish.

Oh yea. In case you were wondering. Her little thumb is just bruised. Thank you, God.

Good Intentions Got Me Nowhere

Ok...it's only been since...March since I've written anything. No rambling. Doesn't mean I'm not full of thoughts and experiences. I intended on launching a few days after the first post but then got sidetracked. I actually wasn't sure if I was going to tell anyone about this until a friend asked about the web address. So, I'm back with renewed good intentions. Maybe this time I'll get somewhere.