For a time, my 7-year-old grandprincess wanted to be a professional fisherwoman when she grew up. When I was her age, I dreamed of being a ballerina or a grocery store cashier (both equally glamorous jobs in my estimation), but with two brothers and a dad who loved nothing better than gripping a rod in their hands, Bree loved the sport of fishing and had no qualms about reeking of squishy bait or handling squirmy, scaley fishes. So as a special treat, her parents signed her up for her very first fishing tournament to prove her passion and skill.
The tournament rules were very specific about the types and sizes of fish eligible for judging (you had to throw back everything that wasn’t countable), and there were strict time limits. Each age category (Bree’s was age 6-12) would have a cash prize, trophy, and brand new fishing rod winner for each fish category. Hundreds had entered. All contestants were to gather at a specific time and location with their eligible entries to be measured, weighed, and judged.
Bree steadily caught fish all morning, but not a single one met the requirements for eligibility. With a half-hour to go before time expired, I received a text from Bree’s mom that Bree was fighting tears of discouragement. So I did what any caring Mimi would do – I hit my knees and prayed diligently that Papa God would send an angel under that boat ASAP to herd a plump fish of an acceptable heritage in the direction of Bree’s hook. With ten minutes to spare, Bree hooked a 16-inch seatrout (a small but eligible entry; trout had to be over 15 inches to be acceptable).
They raced to the appointed rendezvous point but were late in arriving. The judges had just announced the final winner in Bree’s age category. She was too late.
But wait. As the names went up on the board, all the fish categories had winners listed except one: Seatrout. Bree was the only one in her age bracket that caught a seatrout of any size. So her little fellow won!
I thanked Papa God for that amazing grace note as Bree proudly showed me her new fishing rod. I told her about my prayers and her little brown eyes got round as dinner plates. I hope that she’ll grow up firmly rooted in the knowledge that our heavenly Father cares about all the details of our lives … even squishy, scaly ones.
How are you doing this week, dearest BFF? I’d love to hear about a blessing you’re thankful for! (Please comment below.)
Hi! A blessing I’m thankful for is…
My babies( 3 & 5 months) are just getting over being sick & doing much better. So grateful for our health!
I’m thankful right alongside you, Lorena. I’m pausing right now to pray for those two sweeties of yours. Hugs!
Awe, thank you so much!
I love that Papa God answers even some of our “silly” requests. God is good, all the time! He has given me many blessings daily.
Well hey there, Anne! Haven’t heard from you in a coon’s age (as my mama would say) – you and “The Man” need to get together with us sometime soon so we can catch up. Hugs!
God is so faithful! What a tremendous memory and blessing!
So thankful that God cares about the big and little things in life!
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Yes, He is, Sandi. Big things, little things, betwixt and between things! Hugs to you, sister!
What a precious God-wink for Bree and your family. And she saw the results when her grandmother prayed, too. Sweet memories, for sure.
Thanks, Cheryl. I hope she put the connection together and grows strong in her faith. I appreciate your comment, my friend!
I loved your post. God is so wonderful in that HE can care for and answer prayers for “little” things that encourage others. His love is even greater than a Grandma’s. That helps our faith too.
So true, Lois! And it’s hard to find a greater love than Grandmas’! Thanks so much for taking the time to comment.
My husband passed last week, and my daughter and son in law and I were looking everywhere for his expensive although free to us for enrolling phone. But not free, fully charged if lost. After we could not think of anywhere else to look, I asked if anyone had prayed. Nope. So we prayed and within 10 minutes, we found it way under his bed inside a Wallmart bag. Ask God to help, because He will help.
Wow! What a lovely grace note of Papa God’s provision, Robin. I’m so sorry for the loss of your husband; I promise to pray for God’s supernatural comfort and peace during this difficult time for you. The last line of your message is too priceless not to repeat: “Ask God to help, because He will.” Amen, sister.