A Bad Day Fishing

Louisiana Morning
(near Natchitoches, LA)

Rain pours from the sky. The boat’s filling with water. The dog smells like—well, let’s just say, he stinks, and you haven’t had a bite all day. On your soggy lunch or your fishing line. It’s a bad day at the hole.
A soft drizzle now beats at your back. You motor along the edge to look for a new spot to dip your worm. The bow caresses a nearby cypress tree’s drapery of moss, releasing a cascade of butterflies into the air.
You’ve found the spot. Silence descends with the cut of the engine. You nail the small nook with a smooth flick of the wrist and watch the bait sink under the surface. And a shimmer twinkles across the water with the break of the clouds.
The pole settles into the holder, and you find a comfortable position. You close your eyes to enjoy the moment. The gentle slap of water against the hull, birds chirping at the new light, a soft breeze blowing the fresh-washed air . . .
A bad day fishing is still a good day.

In Christ,


Nah 1:7 (NKJV) “The LORD is good, A stronghold in the day of trouble; And He knows those who trust in Him.”

photo credit: Jim Dollar via photopin cc


  1. A bad day fishing is still a good day with earthly fathers, too. Great post. :)

  2. Thanks Melissa. I guess you can't tell I love to fish? LOL

  3. I don't even like to fish and this makes me want to run out and do it. Great imagery, Renee.

  4. Thanks Erin! LOL Swing on by and we'll go fishing some time. :)


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