Fishing...

Watching and Waiting

This sitting down, sifting through non-existent ideas for new songs...
this season of dryness, gets frustrating.
Yes, everything has a season. Perhaps we all need the time
to fallow. Maybe what is not apparent is growing below the soil,
spreading roots, setting the foundation for a tree; a tree that
will bear fruit when the time is right.

The important thing is to be consistent and just to put in the time.

So here I am, sitting and warming this seat with my behind,
perhaps the way a chicken or a sparrow sits nesting eggs,
knowing that one day, tiny hatchlings will crack open
these shells.

It's like fishing too. The results are not immediately
apparent, but require a fair amount of patience, of
baiting the hook, sinking the line, and waiting...and waiting...

Maybe there's something to learn from the disciples' experience.
They caught a lot of fishes, almost too much for their nets
to bear, whenever Jesus was with them. When the Lord told them
to haul their nets up, they did, with good results.

So perhaps it can be said that fruitfulness comes in partnership with the Lord;
in listening to Him, in being watchful and in waiting, in being obedient
to haul up the nets when He says it's a good time to; in having enough
strength to do so; in training and preparing for the right time, the right moment.

postscript :
My mum with a fish at Tekka Market in Singapore *grin*