Today I’m packing for the beach!!! We leave tomorrow. I can hardly wait. I love vacationing at the beach and we haven’t been to the ocean in two years.
Last night my family and I were anticipating what we would do at the beach. My daughter wants to snorkel. My husband wants to play tennis and eat some fresh fish. I just want to be “led by the still–or in this case wavy waters, lie there, and let the Spirit of God restore me!” Ps 23:3–my emphasis.
As we were talking about all the good things we want to do, the subject of sharks came up. They always do. I’m terrified of them. That’s why I like to vacation on a beach that has clear emerald waters. I want to be able to SEE my toes and what’s swimming along side of me. Smart woman, huh?
All our talk about fish reminded me of the time we had Gold-fish. However, we didn’t have them long.
At the time, Peyton was in first grade and Parker was just a toddler. Peyton had won a Gold-fish at the School Carnival. So, like any good parent would do we stopped by the store, purchased as small fish bowel, and provided our new pet a home. Peyton fell asleep looking at her new fish.
In the morning, tragedy had struck! The fish was…well, he had…you know…he was upside down in the bowel.
Peyton was devastated! How does a parent easy the broken heart of their daughter? You buy another fish!
Again, the following morning, the fish was dead! We googled to make sure the water temp was right and how much food to give the fish…so far we did everything right. Why were the fish dying? It was a huge mystery, but we continued to buy more Gold-fish.
Then, one morning I noticed Parker coming out of his sister’s room. His chubby little hands were wet with water. Curiously I asked, “What are you doing in there, Parker?”
He replied, “I pettin’ da fishy!”