It was early fall, a fisherman cleaned his catch by a cold, mountain river . . .
Growing in Christ can sometimes feel like you’ve undergone surgery. When I asked myself how I was feeling after surviving and reflecting on a difficult part in my life, I responded that I felt like a fish that had been boned, cleaned and filleted. Struggles have been had, and I could see how God used those to shape me in painful, life-altering ways. For a very long time, life was a constant struggle. Doing the best I knew how, I made some good and some very bad decisions. Coming to peace with my imperfection has been a process in and of itself.
What started as a simple analogy for where I stood in my journey as a Christian, quickly became a deeply, detailed picture of how God takes His children into His care, and helps them grow to become something different. Something so vastly different, it will take the rest of this life to unveil. You see, I am that fish. Attracted by the lure of true community, God drew me to Him at a young age. He is the fisherman. Seasoned in His work, skilled at His task, He chose me, yet at the same time I chose Him. When I took the bait, I became a child of God, forever changed by the work He would do in my life.