So, yesterday on my way home from work I was talking to my friend about the pet fish I have in my life. How that came up in conversation is not important, let's just say the convo started out talking about ferrets.
Anywho it got me talking about a very dear to my heart pet fish, Penelope. She was the best pet fish a girl could ask for. She was also a very special fish in many ways. She was a beautiful red beta fish I got when I was 11 years old. She was chill and wasn't very feisty unless I was trying to take her out of her bowl to clean it. She loved swimming through her rock formation and yes like a loser I would talk to her and she would listen. When we moved from Flowering Grove to Goose Creek she came with us. I moved down into the basement and it was really cold down there. So in the best interest of Penelope I asked my little brother to keep her in his room upstairs. He agreed and even agreed to feed her for me. So I would visit her in his room and clean her bowl out. But soon life got the best of me and it had been a weekish since I had gone to visit her, so I walked into Zachary's room and there she was floating belly up in her bowl. Hysteria set in. I was inconsolable. Apparently Zachary had neglected to feed dear Penelope for a week. And the poor girl had starved to death. So, my father in his loving way took Zachary into his room and they prayed for my fish. And God brought her back to life. It was a Lazarus moment right there in my brother's bedroom. There was much rejoicing in the Collins household that day!
The Lord cares. He cares so deeply for us. I mean the man died a horrific death on a cross for us. He was God made flesh and yet he still cared about my 14 year old self and my beloved pet fish who had died under mine and my brother's neglect. If that is not something to get excited about then I don't know what is. This story was a good reminder for me during this time of uncertainty and feeling alone. I sometimes feel neglected and therefore isolate myself. But, God cares. He hasn't left my side, He hasn't removed His hand from my life. He is just waiting for me to ask Him for help. Which for some strange reason is always so difficult for me to do. God has called me to live, here and now. To not hold back, to such a time as this. It's not easy, trust me but it's doable and not hopeless. I needed this reminder this week. Thanks God!
"I urge you to live a life worthy of the calling you have received." Ephesians 4:1
