DG writes:
When I was a kid, I did a lot of crawdad fishing. I never kept them, it was just fun catching them. I would tie a piece of bacon onto some string and lower it into the creek. Eventually, a crawdad would grab it with his claw and start tugging. If I pulled and coaxed gently, I could get him out of the water. If I pulled too fast or jerked, he would let go. I feel like God has lowered his hand into my creek and as I take hold of one of the fingers, he says “Hold on Dan, that’s all you have to do.” Sometimes I don’t hold tight enough and the currents in my creek can get too strong and I loose my grip. It’s beautiful though, because in no time, here comes his hand again. Footnote: Got a couple of good whippings for getting into the breakfast bacon.