Oceans for Emotions: All you need is one hand, faith
May 13, 2010 at 12:13 a.m.
Updated May 14, 2010 at 12:14 a.m.
By Elaine Wheat
"God is our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble."
Today, I had to admit that I had really bummed up my left shoulder. That was not the medical term the doctor used, but when you have two shoulders, and the left one doesn't work, then you got a bummed up shoulder.
In order to stay submerged in sympathy, I told all of my friends about my misfortunate malady, and I found out from their replies, that I have two different sets of friends.
They all fall into one of two categories - non-fisher friends and fisher-friends. I love them both.
When I told my non-fisher friends about my mishap, they looked at me with saddened faces and whispered empathetic replies, such as:
"Now that you are hurt, I guess you can't go fishing."
"That must really be hard on you since you can't go fishing."
"I have some fish in the freezer; I'll give it to you since you can't go fishing."
When my sympathetic non-fisher friends said these things, I felt like I had been hit by a wave and knocked down into the Sea of Depression.
My fisher-friends responded differently. They were being kind, too, when they said:
"Looks like you will have to keep using your open-faced spinning reel with the left-handed handle until you get better."
"Quit griping and just use a cane pole with your good arm and fish under the pier for flounder."
"We will go fishing together. You carry the bait with your working arm and put on the bait. I'll do all the fishing, and we will call every other one we catch yours. I bet we both will limit out."
When my encouraging fisher-friends said these things, I felt another wave coming, one that lifted me up above the swells until I was riding the crest to The Island of Hope.
Dear Lord, thank You for letting me learn that fear gets you down and faith picks you up. I also learned that I only need one hand, as long as You are holding it.