Gone Fishing

I got to spend this weekend hanging out with Hubby and our friends from college. Our lives have taken us all in different directions, but we still try to get together at least every other year. Yeah for social media that keep us all in touch, but nothing beats faceTIME:) (Get it? FaceBOOK/FaceTIME??? hehe)
Anyway...check us out:

The men folk:

Brandon, Hubby, and Martin

The women folk:

Me, Becky, and Dawn

Oh the tangled web of connections here...long story made short = Doug and Martin were roomies, they met Dawn at Campus Ministries, Becky was her roomie. We all became friends. Doug and I married on 9/26/1997. Martin and Becky married on 9/26/1998. Brandon got stuck with us all when he married Dawn (they were high school sweethearts who reconnected after college...awww)

So this year we found a weekend to all get together in a cottage on a lake. Lots of food, swimming, and laughter all around...and a few kids. Yeah, times are definitely different than back in the college day. Doug and I left our kids at home, though, and got to play "fun parents" to all their kids. Hubby had the little girls there wrapped around his finger--or maybe it was the other way around--and a great time was had by all.

Since I was kidless, I got to enjoy a quiet cup of coffee on the deck Sunday morning. It was early, and no one was up yet. A slight breeze and gorgeous sunshine, my Bible, my coffee (did I mention that already???), and the lake in front of me. Now that's a morning I can love:)

As I sat there, I noticed a man rowing out into the middle of the lake with his fishing pole. Here's the interesting thing, he could have stayed on shore. I mean, look at this picture:

This was actually Martin, though I didn't know it at the time:)

See him there? (look closely, I didn't have a zoom lense on) See how close land was? It was easier--by far--to walk to the end of one of those docks and throw out his line. No rowing. No balancing his coffee. Not sweating in the already warm morning. Just fishing. And yet I sat and watched him. Each time he'd drift too close to shore, he'd row himself back out. Why?

Because the fishing was better out there.

It made me think. How often do we stay on shore where it's comfortable? Yet sometimes the people we need to catch are out there a ways. It takes work, maybe a little sweat, and maybe even leaving our comfy spot to go out there and catch them. But boy, they're waiting for us...if only we'd come.

So today, ask God where it is He might want you to drop your line. It could mean putting your coffee down and getting into the middle of the lake--even if that spot seems a bit far off or slightly out of your comfort zone. I know, believe me, that can be incredibly hard...but you never know who might be ready to nibble on your line:)

What were you up to this weekend? Hope you got to play a little.  Oh, and on my way home I even got to stop for my favorite latte only found in Jackson, Michigan (but if you know of elsewhere, please oh please let me know!)....Myan Chile Mocha...oh my yumminess! If you're a coffee drinker, what's your favorite? If you're a tea drinker (I'm equal opportunity here), what do you drink?