“In sandy soil, when deep you delve, you reach the springs below; The more you learn, the freer streams of wisdom flow.”
Thiruvalluvar
Luck is a matter of preparation meeting opportunity.
Lucius Annaeus Seneca
“The world is indeed full of peril, and in it there are many dark places; but still there is much that is fair, and though in all lands love is now mingled with grief, it grows perhaps the greater.”
― J.R.R. Tolkien
(your’s truly with the luck of the cast / Wedowee, Alabama / Julie Cook / 2015)
Those with skill. . .
Who have spent their years immersed deeply in laborious study and arduous practice, . .
Those who have invested time and energy while honing their patience amongst the coy sirens of empty promises. . .
Are they then more likely to glean the prize before all others. . .
Those with intuition. . .
Those more mystical seekers who are gifted with the intrinsic sense of time and placement. . .
Those who just “know” where and when, how and why.
Those whose vision of the quest comes naturally. . .
Those who just know the hows, the wheres, the whys by the given gift of the 6th sense are they more apt to zero in on prize before all others. . .
Those with luck. . .
Those unsuspecting naive souls who just happen upon the right place at the right time. . .
Those who have invested neither time nor blood nor sweat. . .
Those who merely show up, stepping into the elusive prize without ever realizing the pure dumb luck of it all. . .are they then worthy of the prize. . .
Then suddenly, as if out of the blue, while catching everyone by dumbstruck surprise, enters Hope. . .
Those with Hope. . .
Those with Hope know that regardless of skill, intuition or luck their’s is the one true constant.
Despite the hardships and the emptiness of the those that got away, the better luck next time, the day in and day out of coming up empty handed, the sting of defeat and loss. . .
The Hopeful know that regardless of the negative, theirs is the positive.
The Hopeful do not know defeat.
The Hopeful face every challenge, win or lose
They realize and openly admit that they may lose a battle, perhaps a string of battles. . .
They accept that they may not be the most skilled or the one filled with the depths of intuition. . . yet the Hopeful rest in the knowledge, not of luck nor chance, but rather in the knowledge that the war has long since been won and that they have indeed followed the only true Victor to the one true prize Eternal. . .
For in this hope we were saved.
Now hope that is seen is not hope.
For who hopes for what he sees?
But if we hope for what we do not see, we wait for it with patience.
Likewise the Spirit helps us in our weakness.
For we do not know what to pray for as we ought, but the Spirit himself intercedes for us with groanings too deep for words.
Romans 8:24-26
Love this!! Awesome catch Julie!! Did you eat him?
Alas Michael–I had to let him go. We only caught two fish, with mine being by far the biggest of the day, but two fish was not going to be enough, so my fellow got to swim another day! His tail was bleeding as he had been fanning the eggs. . .I’m was happy to let him go 🙂
I would have let him go too!! Nice catch! 🙂
This is a wonderful post! I love it. Good catch, too 😉
Oh thank you Lisa—for your kind words and for appreciating my fish—I had to keep reminding my husband of who caught the biggest fish 🙂
Hahaha! I’m the good fisherman in our family too!!! Sh. Don’t tell! :p
“Likewise the Spirit helps us in our weakness.
For we do not know what to pray for as we ought, but the Spirit himself intercedes for us with groanings too deep for words.” Romans 8:26
I have experienced this many, many times and it is such a consolation to know that the Holy Spirit will intercede for us. We are so blessed!
Excellent catch – I admire the patience it takes to fish but I don’t have the desire!!
I am just happy that despite all that travails this life of mine, I can still hang on to the Hope I’ve found in Jesus Christ—–
Hugs and love Lynda—Julie
Who hopes for what he sees? Good reminder jules.
Titus spoke of the Blessed hope, as in a person, and hope has been the staple of the soul for millenia.
Yep, skill, intuition, even luck if one could say, but nice work holding it together by the glue of hope.
Nice fish too. Here’s a quote I read sometime ago: Be ye fishers of men; you catch them, I’ll clean them.
Hope found in the resurrection. . . in the triumph and victory found in the cross over the tomb of death—it is that to which I cling and claim –all the other stuff, that of skill, intuition and luck, well, it’s just the added sprinkles 🙂
Boy, you caught a big’un for sure! I’d have thrown him back anyway. Just can’t kill such beautiful creatures. Hope is all any of us have to hang on to and the daily evidence that we are not holding on to false hope. Hugs, N 🙂 ❤