The Storyteller | Mary Vee

Photo by Mary Vee   I was surprised to see a fisherman out this morning.  Thick fog hung over us and the lake. I looked out my window and barely saw the water. A small object came into view....this fisherman. I wondered how he saw the narrow steep dirt path used by boaters to launch rowboats and canoes onto the lake. And how he chose this spot to settle. He must feel chilled. The moist fog gives a sticky, cold feel to the skin. And he is out there alone. At least an hour or more would have to go by before the sun warmed the air and dissipated the cloud. Threading the worm on the hook had to be a challenge. Tracking the bobber after casting would be nearly impossible. He'd have to go by feel. Not by sight. Then again, a good fisherman doesn't need to see with physical eyes. Knowing when the fish bite, where they are likely to be, the temperature of the water, etc, is far more important. Based on knowledge and desire to do what is needed, th...

There are few as obsessed as the fisherman and the golfer. Even the Pokeman Go player knows when to come in out of the rain. Clouds formed in the west heading toward the lake at the edge of our property. The coming rain was a no brainer.  I looked up from my work screen and saw these two fishermen. The rain had started to fall. Definitely time for a break and a bit of entertainment. Would they fish in the rain or not? How bad did the rain have to get before they'd take a break? The temperatures hovered in the 70's, which meant the rains would feel chilly, especially when sitting in a metal boat on a lake. The fishermen cast their lines. The sky grew darker and the rain fell.    The fishermen reeled in their lines. The rain deluged. The men bent over a bit, hiding from the rain. Must fish. Must ignore rain! There are times when God asks us to do a job. Sometimes He really wants our participation, sometimes He only...