Oceans for Emotions: Even perfect tackle needs to be changed

By Elaine Wheat

"He restoreth my soul."

One of my oldest friends called to tell me that she and some friends were going fishing. I paused, waiting to be invited, but they had their plans and I had to work.

I asked her if she needed to borrow any tackle, and she assured me that they had all the perfect tackle that they needed.

Now, you would have to know this friend to really get a kick out of that statement. She is the type who puts yellow, plastic flowers in my front yard while I am gone, just because she thinks my yard needs color.

Her weight-training program consists of carrying huge, heavy books that she reads each week, to and from the library, and she does the New York Times crossword puzzle with a ball point pen.

I should have known she would have perfect tackle if she was going fishing.

I asked her how long it had been since she had fished with her perfect tackle, and she said that it might have been three or five years ago, but for me not to worry because she always cleaned them and put them away perfectly every time she had ever used them.

I finally got a glimpse of knowing something that she didn't know. I pontificated, "You have to put new line on all of them."

She asked why she had to do that if she hadn't used them in so long. I admitted, "I did not know why, but you just do, or that old line would break."

I could hear her searching for her library card to go do research. I told her that I put new line on all my reels every year and that is the way to be sure it is good.

My good, old friend told me I was stupid.

She called me back the next day. I thought she was going to apologize. Silly me. She just wanted to tell me that she had hooked a really nice one, but it broke the line. One of the others who was using a cork, hooked such a huge one that it broke the line and actually swam away, "hook, line and sinker."

I still have my oldest friend because I didn't say, "Told you so!"

Dear Lord, when our faith seemingly has lain dormant for too long, I'm glad you don't have to test us to find out. In Your wisdom, You know to restore our souls just because we need it. And, Lord, thank you for my sister.