Fishing with bread

I keep thinking about the scripture when Jesus tells Peter (and his brother) to drop what they are doing and come with him to "fish" for people. Fishing isn't something you can do half hearted. You have to have a net, a boat, and the person to teach you how to fish. I sense that Jesus is asking me a similar question and asking me to trust in him to be my net,boat and teacher. I'm goin' fishing...

So this is my Monday bread:
Mom came out of surgery and will be ok although the recovery will be 4 to 6 weeks and then physical therapy.

My birthday was fun with a Mexican Dinner and receiving an Ipod shuffle from my family.(the better to go and walk with)

My house needs a good cleaning, and I'm home to care for my sick daughter and all I want to do is sleep with bread. Why is that?

I have bread, hope and an ipod Shuffle to get me moving and all I want to do is go fishing.

PS> I want this fish tattoo.

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Unknown said…

Bread, hope and an iPod shuffle? Sounds great! I've been kind of busy so I still haven't sent your present. I'll put it together this weekend and send it off. Happy Belated Birthday, my dear new friend!

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