From the time I was old enough to travel well, I was with my grandparents on fishing trips when school was out for holidays and on weekends. We fished mostly in New Mexico, some in Texas, a bit in Oklahoma, more in Colorado and into Wyoming. I was not patient enough to sit long periods of time to fish, but I did do my share of baiting and casting. I mostly loved watching the red & white float bob along the surface. I even learned how to run a trout line.

For many, I think it is not about catching the prize fish, but enjoying the prize of solitude with Jesus. 

I love a stream. There is something about the living water that pulls me into a place of worship, a place to seek forgiveness for my sins and to rise refreshed and renewed. I long for it.

Psalm 46.1 As a deer longs for streams of water, so I long for You, God.

My mother loved streams, too. I think most people do.

Here is a sweet picture of our daughter playing in the stream.

I enjoy this picture of our two children and their cousin, Chelsie, fishing with their Bo close by.

Our Miss A is fishing with her Uncle Chase this Good Friday. Not on a stream, but a lake...still peaceful.

Fresh Find: I like the idea of these wireless light controls.