I went fishing this morning.  I go every day to the sea and cast out a line.  My hooks do not have barbs nor sharp angles.  I cast out fish food and reel back to reload.

I have not caught a fish from this Sea in all my life.  But I make it my purpose to feed them for the Lord of the Sea.  Let them prosper while He whispers hope and life to them.  Let their bellies become full so that their eyes will see clearly.  There are larger fish they must avoid.  I desire them to be agile.

“Come near the shore!  There’s plenty to eat.  I feel the tug as you devour what is cast for your benefit.  But your eating is hidden from me.

I do what I am called to do.  There will be no pride in this feeding.  Those who fish with barbs eat what they catch.  They laugh at me because I make no profit from my efforts.  But they do not understand.

Let my ears cease their hearing.  Let their laughter fall on stones.  My heart is filled with a purpose.  Let the Lord gain what is rightfully His.

By His Grace.