Mom and Dad taught me to hate fishing. They were avid outdoorsmen. I had to be with them until I got old enough to stay home alone. To me, fishing was boring and the heat was oppressive, along with the swarms of hungry blackflies. Even after almost seventy years, I won’t eat fish. I love canoeing and hiking, but if anyone brings a fishing pole, they can’t come with my group.
From my previous paragraph, do you get the impression there’s an activity I despise? Amazing what words can do.
Let the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart be acceptable in Your sight, O Lord, my rock and my redeemer.
For by your words you will be justified, and by your words you will be condemned.”
Too many long fishing trips traumatized me as a child. Did my words allow you to feel my exasperation? Words can be powerful.
Give it some thought.
Gary