Good Friday Miracle

Today I took my young boys fishing. We got to the river around 10:00 a.m., which was far too late. The river had been stocked with trout, and the fisherman had been lined up elbow-to-elbow since the early morning. We caught nothing, and the boys began to argue and whine.

There’s a small lake near the river, so we took our poles and worms to the lakeside, and within minutes we were hauling in fish. These weren’t the fat trout we’d been looking for in the river. They were tiny young bass and sunnies, no more than six inches long. I found myself a bit depressed by this at first. Another grand plan seemed to have been reduced to something much smaller.

But as my older son pulled in his fifth sunny, he exclaimed “this is a miracle dad — all the sudden we’re catching lots of fish!” My boys were laughing with delight as they pulled in and threw back one little fish after another. It turned out to be a great day. Sometimes joy is just a matter of perspective.