Many
years ago, a gentleman wandered upon a group of friends who were fishing not
far off shore from a boat. “Having any
luck?” he asked.
“No,
we cannot seem to find any fish here,” responded one of the fishermen.
“Perhaps
you should try fishing from the other side of the boat,” the first man said
with a smile.
They
laughed, and even entertained the stranger by throwing the net on the other
side. To their amazement, the net was
filled with fish. The boat returned to
the shore and they recognized the stranger.
The group of friends were happy to see a resurrected Jesus standing
before them.
God
has granted us with a beautiful world within which we live. Though tragedy and outside influences may
influence our daily lives, our souls should remain strong and optimistic. There is still much to be thankful for and
worth celebrating.
We
have many old Christmas stories which remind us of what the true spirit of
Christmas is about, although we often forget.
It is not the gift we get from others that is important. It may not be the gift we give to others that
is important. It is actually the
presence of our loved ones and not the presents of our loved ones that is
important.
While
juggling in my mind’s eye the recent evil which took place, I thought about my
own kids. My youngest, Cooper, is coming
into his own. My wife is often burdened
with Coop’s attention, and I know it can wear her down. The umbilical cord is still attached. But I look upon him as he gains confidence in
different areas of life. Little things
such as going into martial arts class on his own, or performing his part in the
Christmas performance.
My
daughter, a blessed soul, is blossoming into a bright, anxious young lady. She loves the time we spend in the outdoors
together and anticipates the next hunting season even before this one is
done. If not for bugs or her big brother
or the occasional scary movie, she would not be scared of anything. Even with her constant reminders of my
receding hairline (ok, receded hairline), graying facial hair, and the fact
that I may not be as tough as I put on, I love her so. As far as the tough comment, it stems from
the fact that tears readily run down my cheeks whenever I watch her dance. It’s a dad’s love, what can I say.
My
oldest son, Turner, is maturing into a fine young man. He can drive us crazy at times, but in the
end we know we can trust his judgment.
When he asked me recently about hunting on his own, I told him he could
without hesitation. He texted me during
the hunt, sometimes asking advice, sometimes just reporting in.
I
guess what I am saying through this is a parent’s job is to ready their kids
for society. They need to be able to
stand on their own, think on their own, and understand what to do with their
freedoms. One of the best feelings is
when you can observe that occurring. Too
often, we miss that observation.
One
of the best gifts may be the time and memories we get to spend with each
other. In the woods. On the water.
In the field. These times have
few distractions. We are together. Just us.
We learn things about each other that we likely will not at home in
front of the television or while on the computer. Our kids gain experience and we learn what to
teach. We do this without realizing it.
Merry Christmas.
Thanks so much for a great post! I really really liked it. You spoke volumes from beginning to end. Merry Christmas!
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