When my husband and I took a leap of faith a few years ago and disrupted our lives to take an early retirement, we moved to coastal Alabama and built a little cottage on Mobile Bay — the Bay of the Holy Spirit!
Let me just say that original name is everything.
This adventure has brought us new friends, new experiences, and, among other things, a crazy collection of animals visiting us. I’ve become quite adept at catching just about anything in a crab trap instead of crabs. That’s part of my story here.
Joyful Adventures
My mornings definitely involve coffee. and absolutely involve a little quiet time in prayer and journaling. Both go perfectly with the rising sun over the bay and the sounds of birds waking up. I’m afraid I bore social media followers with too many morning sunrise pictures, so I quit doing that, but let me assure you the sun still rises. Every day.
Those quiet morning hours have brought me quite a bit of entertainmentment. I’ve rescued turtles who’ve fallen into the pool, stepped on a copperhead, watched dolphins swim up and down the bay, caught catfish off the pier, scared away jack rabbits and raccoons, chased squirrels away from my tomatoes, mistaken a coyote for a really ugly mangy dog, watched a shark circle its prey before disappearing under the surface, photographed an alligator staring at me, and scratched my head when a wild boar washed up dead on our little beach. Who needs Animal Planet?
But nothing, nothing has brought me as much joy as the crab traps. That’s a lot to say because I am allergic to crabs. I’ve caught dozens of crabs, nearly all of them given away. But I’ve also caught a speckled trout, a shrimp (it wiggled out when I pulled up the trap), and just yesterday, a baby stingray.
I’ve caught a little faith, too. Well, maybe a lot of faith. I’ve learned a little something about myself and how grace flows through my life as easily as the tides move before my eyes. I’ve learned about hope, too, and that has come as a surprise. Every day I walk to the end of the pier and sit on the end to pray. Then I pick up the traps to take a peek inside. It is always with anticipation. Even if I haven’t baited the traps, I still pull them up out of the water hoping to see some little critter in there. Sometimes they are empty, sometimes not, but always I have this joyful anticipation that I’ll find something there. More often than not, I do have a surprise. And when I do, it’s shared — remember I can’t eat crabs.
Fishers of Men
Isn’t that what the Apostles did? Jesus went to find his Apostles among fishermen. Men who already knew and lived the meaning of hope and joyful anticipation. What fisherman doesn’t cast his rod with hope? And pull up his line with joyful anticipation?
They became fishers of men with hope in the Lord. In my own little way, on the end of a small pier, I feel called to do the same. Every day begins with hope and joyful anticipation.
Jesus, I trust in you!
This sunrise is especially nice. The picture was taken on a recent family vacation to Florida that included almost the whole family. That mean a lot of early rising for fishing.