Four Years and a Fish Story
Yesterday marked the fourth anniversary of a great day for me. September 24, 2005 was the day that Marie walked down the aisle and I fooled her into spending the rest of her life with me. Score!
Seriously. Behind the day I accepted Jesus as my Savior, this was the greatest day of my life.
Last night, however, did not echo that same excitement. Okay, maybe it echoed excitement, but not in the same way.
I spent the night with my bride in the Emergency Room. Marie was having some pain in her side, and we went to get it checked out. Everything turned out fine, and it’s likely that she had pleurisy, and she’s okay now. But it was an evening full of surprises, to say the least. I’m just glad she’s okay now.
Interesting how things can turn out, even when you have something else planned. Not exactly how we figured we would spend our anniversary evening, but hey, at least we got to spend it together!
Now to shift gears completely.
Last weekend we finally got to go fishing at my parents’ new place. I hadn’t been in ages, so I was looking forward to it for quite a while.
I wasn’t expecting a whole lot since it’s a fairly small pond, but it was actually pretty good. I caught five fish of four species, and the last one I pulled out was a decent size catfish.
Not a big fish by any means, but it was definitely the biggest fish I’ve ever caught. Oh, and it’s filthy because after I got it out of the water, it broke my line when it went insane and was flopping around in the dirt.
Overall, it was great to just get out there with all three of my brothers and our family and spend some time away from the business of everything else in the world. I need more of that. I think most of us do.
Craig Groeschel is coming out with another book on October 2. This one’s called 