“Simon Peter said to them, “I am going fishing.” John 21:2
The disciples have just come off of a 3-year adventure that was like nothing they could have ever imagined. They were walking, talking and living with Jesus and watching Him establish His kingdom here on earth. They were part of eternal impact all the time! There was nothing mundane about their lives because every day was a new adventure.
They saw Jesus crucified and then saw Him resurrected. Just think of that for a moment. Their leader, teacher and friend was brutally murdered and then, without the help of anyone here on earth, He’s alive again! How do you truly even process all that the past 3 years has meant?
The scene changes and more than a week has gone by for the disciples since they last saw Jesus. What on earth do they do now? The great gathering of Acts hasn’t happened yet and they really don’t know it’s coming. Jesus is somewhere but they don’t know where. So, they go back to doing what they know, fishing. What other option is there right now?
Yesterday was a rough day for me. I’m coming off of 2015 which was truly the best year of my life. Every single day was a new experience. I was always available to help and serve whoever needed it. I spent countless hours in the Word and prayer. I was available for my daughter in ways I had never been available before. It was an amazing year. And then my savings ran out, just as I knew it would. So what now? I went back to fishing, or in my case, healthcare.
This new season is one of waiting and I’ll be the very first to admit I don’t wait well. Being feels like a waste of time to me and the enemy uses that perspective against me well. He tells me I’m being punished, that I’m not good enough for God and that all the dreams I believed God had put in my heart are dead. Every minute I sat at my desk yesterday, I walked deeper into this sticky, thick tar. And then God…
God has provided me this ridiculously amazing group of friends who are never short on prayer. In the midst of my mind and heart cursing the fishing I had gone back to, the voice of my Abba came through just enough for me to reach out for prayer and support. These women went into action and though it took me a while to get unstuck, God was faithful and led me out of the muck and into a new place.
Going back to fishing wasn’t a punishment for Peter, it was what he knew to do. He was a fisherman so it would only make sense that left with nothing to do and no income, he would go to fishing. He also needed an opportunity to process all that had happened in his life and what better way then out on a boat doing a job that was familiar. And don’t lose sight of the fact that they weren’t catching anything. This was truly an opportunity to just be. And so similarly, healthcare isn’t a punishment for me either, it’s an opportunity to be.
I have no idea what God has next but I do know this, if I run too far and too fast, I run in my strength and while I am strong, I’m not nearly as strong as God. This season is temporary but it isn’t unimportant. It’s an opportunity and an invitation to wait on God and in that waiting, meditate on how much He loves me no matter what I’m doing.
I don’t know where you are in life but if you are in a season of fishing, enjoy that season. Don’t let the enemy lie to you that it is a punishment or that you aren’t good enough. Just do what you know until Jesus shows up on the beach and everything changes once again.
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