CASTING MY NET

“A bad day for fishing my brother” I heard it said

As I cast my net again, anew, afar

The water’s murky and dark today

With waves and swells and eddy’s

As we drift with the current

Guiding our sails by the flickering north star

All night, nothing; casting again with aching arms

Hoping, this time, trying over here, over there

Pulling it all in again, with hopes fading

As we pull it up to the side, empty,

Catching only weakness and fear,

Yet we cast it out again

Is it my net, our skill, our timing?

Is it my choice of spot, the weather, the water?

Or is it my faith, my trust, my hope?

Pulling it up again, nothing, despairing the result

I wonder why, for what purpose, by whose will?

Do I cast, forever hoping not to be disappointed?

Almost giving up I look to see Him on the shore

Caring, guiding, waiting, inviting,

And I listen to His call to cast my net again

On the other side, in trust and hope and faith

That is all He asks of me

To keep on casting the net without concern for results

And He will provide

So again I cast my net, this time with His encouragement

Trusting that He will provide

Casting into the deep, where I hadn’t before

Wondering why, tired and aching

And wait patiently for His will

Open to whatever He has planned

Because it is not the catch but the cast

It is not the end result but the effort

It is not the hopeless effort but the trust in Him

That the catch, His catch will be plentiful

For the catch is His, only the cast is mine

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