I am still in control ...

Last Sunday we went fishing with the boys.

It was a quiet place with a lot of fish. Our neighbor caught a couple whilst we were there and we could see them jumping.

But obviously the fish were not hungry as we were trying all the different baits and techniques we could muster. In order to get some quiet time, I moved a bit away from the rest and just sat there contemplating nature and allowing the Lord to speak to me. I sat next to the long grass and the birds were flitting about 2 meters from me.

Then I asked the Lord: "It is obvious that there are fish, big fish in this bond, why are not event getting a single bite?"

And after a while the answer came: "I AM still in control, trust Me, you are trying too hard, I have not yet released the fish to you"

So what now, do I keep on fishing? Do I go to another pond or dam? Do I change the bait, or do I stop fishing altogether? These are the questions that kept me busy this week, and every time I get the same answer: "I AM still in control"

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