#81 Mentoring





God created my heart with a desire to help others and in that, engage in authentic relationships. In helping others I am learning to love others as He loves me. The desire to live and love as Jesus did is a seed planted within all of us. Like the monarch butterfly, I am being transformed, and Lord knows I need a mentor on hand.

The dictionary says a mentor is a trusted counselor and guide. That sounds like our Lord, and where He guides, He provides—a firm foundation and a safe space for communication—praying. A mentor is one who will coach, counsel, pilot, usher, or direct. He may oversee, tutor, or shepherd another, and quite often, some pruning is necessary to make the transformation complete.

The Bible teaches us in John 15 what Jesus told us about the importance of pruning. “I am the true vine. (Followers are the branches.) Every branch that does not bear fruit must be cut off, while every branch that does bear fruit must be pruned so that it will be even more fruitful.”

A photo from 2019 reminds me of the principle of pruning. The peach trees in Noah’s fruit garden, which produced zero peaches in the past two years, are loaded with blossoms this spring – so many that he must remove some. Otherwise, the peaches will be so heavy the branches will break off. Noah aggressively pruned those trees last fall. I remember. And Noah is a follower. Noah remains close to God, and the teachings of Jesus, and, in turn, bears much fruit in helping others. The principle of pruning for a greater harvest of love, and even fruit, is exemplified when we stay close to God and listen to Him. He gives assurance as we follow His lead.

Psalm 32, verse 8. “I will instruct you and teach you how you should go. I will counsel those willing to learn and be with you, keeping my eye upon you.
God brought Jesus down to earth to instruct and mentor us. We may get our counsel through the teachings of the Bible, through the Holy Spirit’s enlightenment, or through the people God places in our daily path. My encouragement comes from all of the above. My counsel comes from God and those He sends me.

That reminds me of a series of episodes I recently found streaming on Pure Flix. In Going Home, a hospice nurse cared for and counseled her patients toward a good death, in peace and without pain. The lives she touched – patients and their loved ones – were God-inspired relationships. At the end of every day (and episode), the nurse sat on her deck, overlooking the Smokey Mountains (my guess), and received God’s counseling. Sometimes, their talk began with a breathtaking sunset, and she would say, “I see You started without me”. She asked to be pruned of incorrect feelings and judgment, and asked what His plan was for the survivors left behind. Why, God, did you give me that particular person to mentor? She always closed in thanksgiving for the opportunity to lead her patients home. That nightly prayer became mine.

Who do you mentor? Who has mentored you? Trials will be there, but God doesn’t leave us to figure it out on our own. In the end, on judgment day, He will say, “Good job” to a faithful servant.

With God as our Mentor, helpful pruning will keep us growing and transforming as we learn His Way and His Will. He trims the attitudes and habits that do not serve us well. At first, the pruning might be painful and seem unfair. But it does help us grow. And I love peaches!

#80 Working Through the Puzzle

I think we can all agree that life can be a puzzle—sometimes a difficult one. We want to know how life will look in the end, all pretty and orderly. We work expectantly through situations day by day. There are mountains to climb if we choose to climb them and valleys to walk through as we grow in understanding.  
Noah and I love to do puzzles. We celebrate finding each piece that fits perfectly and search with determination when we don’t find the piece we think would complete that cabin’s fireplace or that fisherman’s hat. We are sure it was left out of the box and that we never had it. After several days we discover the piece, and the peace comes. It was there for us all along. Our undue frustration was because we decided on our own what color and shape that piece should look like.

A verse comes to mind. Proverbs 3:5- 6: Lean not on your own understanding (searching for what you thought you would find). In all ways, acknowledge and recognize Him (the One who made the puzzle – your life). He will make your paths straight and smooth, removing obstacles that block your way.

After many puzzles have been completed, and we have walked through life long enough to believe the next puzzle will be part of the Plan, we accept the truth that in this world, there will be challenges and puzzles to complete. We pull the next box off the shelf. We keep running, searching for what will complete our lives.

Innate in all of us is a desire to belong in that puzzle, and to find others who fit alongside us. God designed us to fit together. Right at the beginning in Genesis 2, verse 18, God said, “It is not good for man to be alone.” I recently listened to a message about connecting – not pieces – but people. Loneliness, which moves in when we don’t feel we belong, is of epidemic proportions. According to this study, more than 50% of the population is experiencing loneliness. I see you pointing at Covid. “That started it!” It certainly didn’t help, but according to the Bible, the need to be together is original.

If you know me at all, you know that I am all about keeping people connected. I’ve been referred to as ‘the glue,’ which only makes the call to connect hearts more urgent to me. I am careful to enter into a new relationship authentically. Who am I? Do I belong in this ‘family,’ and what can I bring to the table to help unite us? What is their story? Are they searching, too?  

This reminds me of Zacchaeus. He was a tax collector, demanding more tax than he should from the community. That community was important to him because that’s where his money came from. But when he saw this community gathering excitedly one day, he asked what all the excitement was about. He wanted to be part of it.

“Jesus is coming to our community, and we want to see Him.” Zacchaeus had heard about Jesus and wanted to see him, too. He was short in stature and short of friends. No one made room for him in the crowd. So he climbed a tree and peered through the leafy branches. Jesus looked up and saw him. He would not shun Zacchaeus but knew he must work on his heart so Zacchaeus would belong. So he said, “Zacchaeus, you come down! I’m coming to dinner!” Jesus changed him. Now he belonged.

#79 Priority Time

My first question for God is … why only 24 hours? Too short!

His question to me might be: If I added hours to your day, would you give them to me?

Tara-Leigh Cobble, the author of The Bible Recap, calls her devotion time “Priority Time,” a reminder of how important it is. I like that. I choose morning for my priority time with God—before exchanging emails, before answering phone calls, before breakfast, but with a cup of tea.


During each such time, I focus on His presence. I’m on the porch. The cushion on His rocking chair is of rose-colored fabric. Roses are a lovely creation of His, and I thank Him. With an attitude of expectation, I ask, “What will you teach me today? What is your will for me today?” I look for a teaching story in what I read. I question where God is pointing me and how I will help others along the way. If I come to a verse I’ve read many times, I look for something new – a deeper meaning applicable to my life.

Today, for a reason only He could tell me, I turned to the introduction page of the A Hand in His website.
As stated in my introduction, I hope each message will bring you closer to God, helping you become the soul He created you to be. We don’t know why or where He leads us, but our steps always take us exactly where we need to go.

I hope that you draw from the experiences I share to magnify your own journey and make it more than you might have imagined. Look back only long enough to see how wide and deep His love has carried you. You are finding your way home.

That mission statement remains my vision today, for me and for you. It’s never too late to transform into the person we were created to be. But we must work with Him, not on our own. He desires our company, no matter what time of day. He is listening.

From Jesus Calling, April 23: Keep your eyes on Me… Seek My will in everything you do.
In Psalm 16, David writes: “You will show me the path of life; in your presence is fullness of joy.”

Karen Moore offers her thoughts about Priority Time – paraphrased.
When I read a devotion, I focus on the One who wants to spend time with me. It helps me to draw near to God and to rest in His care, even for a few moments.

Ms. Daisy is often reminded of God’s omnipresence. I am surprised when a dream I just had, or a remnant of last night’s prayer, shows up in Jesus Calling or Mornings With Jesus the following day. I should not be surprised. He knows our hearts. He is with us.

What is on your priority schedule? We all make choices about our priorities in life. Those choices will determine our path. Will they lead to peace or despair, joy or desolation?

Prayer: Ever-present Father God, Hear our prayers. Cleanse our hearts. Soothe our anxiety. Make our path one of Your will and purpose. We will stay close to You as You faithfully remain by our side. Amen.

#78 For Uncloudy Days

There are those who live endlessly in cloudy days. You may recall that I began taking church to our community’s memory care facilities last week. It was a step outside my comfort zone, but I soon experienced a faithful God who would always go before me and lead me.

In the book She Believed He Could So She Did, the author Becky Beresford encourages us to find strength in ourselves when clouds of doubt roll in. We are asked to build the confidence to carry The Message to the world. She says, We don’t have to be the Savior of our own stories. Let’s believe in a God who is.

I know the blessings I receive as I serve God in many ways, but particularly today, blessings from these precious souls. Their days are filled with uncertainty. Some mask it with a brave smile. Some visibly shake with fear. I trust He is working in their clouded minds and fearful hearts.

Dear Lord, Be with them hour by hour. Grant understanding and patience to their caregivers and visitors, and encourage the facility’s trained personnel to stay and see the difference they are making in these lives.

After a recitation of The Lord’s Prayer, or maybe Psalm 23, words they might find familiar, I tell one of the great stories of the Bible, with a little drama in my delivery. (Very little.) Then, we pick songs and old hymns from a YouTube playlist of videos. I watch their lips move to the words they remember. If they are able to follow, a songbook has the words in large print.

And we pray. I ask each if there is something special we can pray for, and sometimes, they point back at me. My heart is warmed, and I thank God for this opportunity.

I guess we all know how feedback emboldens the performer or speaker, who fervently hopes for a listener’s receptivity. This is never more true than when we stand strong witnessing for Christ Jesus. We are His hands, feet, and voice. Will they believe what we offer? Will they feel the peace that the Lord offers in The Word?

1 Corinthians 12 talks about the gifts we have to offer others. Singing and speaking are only two. Our conversations, hospitality, and everyday actions also teach and encourage. Accountability and integrity must be the firm foundation in everything we do.  

As with my blog messages, I must not grow discouraged and let doubt creep in. I must remember who God is, what He has done, where He has been, and how much He has made happen. It’s not about our words, acts of kindness, or the example we set for others. It’s all about Him.

This is Our Lord, This is Our King, King Jesus

Prayer: Creator and Lover of our souls, we thank you for caring deeply for each one of your children. Help believers stand confident in their God, ready to speak your Name and tell your stories of faith. Whether serving as beacons or candles, we want to shine for you. Amen.

#77 You Matter

You know when you matter. You know when you belong. It feels like love, and it is very lonely when you don’t feel that warmth of acceptance. Is there someone God is bringing to your mind right now who doesn’t know the feeling of belonging? Be the conduit of love. They matter! To God, and to you. They simply have never been told.

I recently experienced anew that assurance of belonging. In God’s house, one handshake, one moment of a busy person’s time, and I felt enveloped in God’s family, knowing I belonged. I use the word ‘anew’ because many of you have brought me into the fold before, teaching, encouraging, and inspiring me to do for others what you did for me. I want to ‘shout from the rooftops’ about this kind of love.

David, the man after God’s heart, did this in Psalms. I love Psalm 139. Like me, David had things too wonderful for him to keep to himself. He writes to God, but for us.

You have placed your hand on me. You are behind me and before me. Lead me in the everlasting way. All the days before me are written in Your book.

I matter to the Master. It matters to Him when I am worried, when I need sleep, and when I am lost in this wayward world. Knowing that He cares restores me. I know where to turn. But there are those who do not, and those who will turn away.

I recall working with the most challenging students in my classroom, searching for acceptance in their own way. My old wooden desk had a pull-out surface, and taped to the corner was a handwritten note: The child hardest to love is the child who needs love the most. I suggest that those who turn away need God desperately.

How can we help? There are those of us who think we don’t know the words that a witness for God must know. I was, and still am, that child, constantly searching. I will never know enough. But I ask in prayer, and He answers with words sufficient for today, enough to make one more person feel they belong and that they matter. The words I speak may not be remembered, but the way I live, the way I love, accept, forgive, and show mercy will be my footprints in the sand; a reminder on their lonely walk along the beach.

Karen Moore says, “Wipe out the limitations you’ve imposed on yourself so you can see all God wants for you now. You are a glorious picture of His love. You may not even recognize the person you see in the mirror because you will see a reflection of someone totally beautiful and loved. You will see the work of a Master Designer, created by His love and faithfulness.”

Ephesians 2:10 says, “We are God’s masterpiece. He has created us anew in Christ Jesus, so we can do the good things he planned for us long ago.”

This week, I began taking church out to the community – speaking, singing, hugging and laughing with residents in memory care facilities. This is new to me. My sister is the daughter who spent 10 years visiting Mom in memory care facilities. God will lead me down this new path; I know that. I only pray their minds be opened to know they belong to His family, and they matter to Him. I’ll be there weekly. Galatians 6, verse 9, tells us not to grow tired of doing good and to trust God for the results.

Father God, we ask you to lead us to witness for You. Your story is becoming our story to tell and must not be left on the bookshelf. Every person matters to You. You invited everyone to follow you, not just some. Direct our path to those who have yet to believe. Amen.

#76 Preparedness

Ecclesiastes, Chapter 3, declares:
There is a time for everything and a season for every activity under the heavens:
– a time to be born and a time to die, a time to plant and a time to uproot,
– a time to kill and a time to heal, a time to tear down and a time to build,
– a time to weep and a time to laugh, a time to mourn, and a time to dance.

Ms. Daisy hopes you Dance! Lee Ann Womack was invited to sing this song at the memorial service for poet Maya Angelou.

Like God, the farmer knows there is a time for planting and time for the harvest. With several weeks remaining until the danger of frost is past, planting fever is setting in. The pages of seed catalogs are worn from fingers leafing through them, page by page. Sorta like creating our Christmas wish list from the Sears Roebuck catalog.

The pond has now thawed and on the day Jesus left the tomb, the frogs, too, rose from the mud below. Our farming friend, Noah, was in the audience for their first songs and croaks of Spring. Anticipation of Spring gives way to visions in Noah’s head of tiny green shoots bursting through the soil.

For the city-slickers amongst us, the veggies on our dinner plate in early July don’t just happen. A lot of preparation goes before. Besides that, the garden fence needs repair, as the deer must be disciplined to stay out. Bluebirds are surveying the real estate, checking each birdhouse for this year’s place to call home. And God has his hand on all this newness. It is Springtime, and He is in His glory!

The growing part takes time and patience, which we talked about last week. In the same manner, faith takes time to grow. Weeds and wayward branches must get pruned, preparing the way for a more fruitful return. It works the same way in growing our faith. Worry, doubt, resentment … all must be pruned from our hearts before our branches gain the strength to reach out to help others. That requires trust in God’s judgment on what to prune, and what to encourage. His work in the garden of our hearts holds far more promise than our wildest dreams can imagine. Read the Bible for a history of how He has done this for others. Thank Him for teaching us these stories, and illuminating our hearts.

I am going there to prepare a place for you. After I go and prepare a place for you, I will come back and take you with Me. John 14: 2-3.

Heaven is a prepared place for prepared people. Being prepared to journey Home starts with clearing the path of resentment and doubt, and repaving the way with repentance and forgiveness. Your own, and the forgiveness of others. In John 16:33, Jesus encourages us by saying that in spite of inevitable struggles, we will not be alone. The path to heaven will have potholes, but if we follow Him, He will always prepare the way. He knows exactly the spiritual temperature of our hearts, moment by moment. He loves it when our hearts are burning for a closer walk with thee. He is preparing us for our grand arrival. Country star Alan Jackson prepared an album of gospel songs for his mom. You will see her in the video, singing along with her sister, and with Denise, Alan’s wife.

Prayer: Dear Lord and Gardener,
Thank you for seeing the need in us for a good trim job. You know best what needs to be pruned from our habits, our speech, and the human condition of our hearts. When we don’t recognize the weeds, You do, and You lovingly refine us. At Your appointed time, make us ready to walk into eternity. Amen.

#75 Not Alone

A friend looked at me with tired, sad eyes and asked, “How am I to continue living like this?” With all my heart, I hope the agony of despair never besets you. In sending these direct-from-the-heart thoughts to you, my hope and prayer is that you have eyes to see, and the will to serve. And when you need help, faith to open your hands and receive what God desperately wants to give. He has promised over and over and over that He will never abandon us.

As I looked around the Emergency Room, I saw, not the assembly, but individuals. Discretely, I studied each face and looked at their hands. Has anyone held them lately? Have those hands been joined in prayer? Do they really believe they are alone in a battle to survive?

I reminded myself – everyone in the crowd is a child God claims as His own. He knows too well their pain. He’s faced abandonment himself. He knows the unbelief that keeps them from opening the door to receive Mercy waiting on the other side. I imagine His frustration when the child He wants to help turns away.

God, what is the best way to help? I heard: Be attentive. See the wonder of Me in the midst of this despair. I realized the error of my attempt to ‘fix’ things myself. I have NOT searched His word, learned His lessons, made room for Him to work.  

I remember a Sunday afternoon drive down a country road. A decrepit home stood on the perimeter of a hay field. Shingles, once framing windows where the Son shone through, now hung askew, weary with age. Even the field had been neglected. I imagined there was singing in that home one day. Frilly curtains hung in the windows. A family, working on a jigsaw puzzle, looking for a piece under the table. Something was missing.

The pieces in place were illness, poverty, hunger, frustration, anger, weakness, fear, and receptivity. I suspect the missing piece was Hope. Perhaps no one opened the door for Help to come in. God knows what the puzzle looks like when all the pieces are in place. He painted the picture Himself. His children just need help putting the pieces together.

This is Physician’s Appreciation Week. I am so blessed to have a doctor who knows the Great Physician and His Power to Master the life God wants for us. One day several years ago, after he gave me a clean bill of health, we turned our thoughts to others—not healthy, inside, or out.

My wife and I were looking around the sanctuary last Sunday. We identified couples who are unable to take care of themselves and yet trying to care for a partner who needs more help than they do. But will they trust? Will they open the door? Will they get the message – they are not alone – before it’s too late?

Jesus never believed it was too late. On Maundy Thursday, he taught one more lesson. This one on serving, by washing his disciple’s feet. On Easter Sunday, He rose, and daily, shines rays of hope and love on us today, especially those who think they are alone. He is the Way of Life. This sunrise over my house early this morning, was His reminder for me today.

Dear Lord,
I know You stand at the door and knock. And stand at the door and knock. We pray today for those who see no reason to open the door. No reason to learn the depth of your love. Do they feel unlovable? Do they know they are never alone? We pray that the individuals and agencies who are able to help can be Your feet and voice, and let them know they are worthy to receive. Amen

#74 Patience

Looking down from row 7 on my flight home, I was reminded of just how small we are in God’s big world. Our attention is small as well, focused only on what matters to us today. God thought that would be best; so we won’t worry about tomorrow.  

Trusting in the Master of Tomorrow, I will be patient in what happens today. I know who holds my hand.

For the past two weeks, I have served as a caregiver. Patience was our best medicine. Contentment was our source of peace. Now I was returning to a good life, but busy. I really wasn’t thinking about needing patience – as long as no one got in my way. 

At the check-in kiosk, my confirmation number was surprisingly INVALID! They were sorry, the screen said. I re-entered, and AGAIN, they were sorry. On the third try, entering the same number, they remembered who I was.

On to the departure gate. Many little ones are expected on any flight to all things Magical. They bounced, ran, shouted, and cried to show their excitement. I love kids, but when just released from the zoo, not so much. Dad, too, was sorry, he said. Patience. They are all God’s children. 

God answered my prayer, allowing my seatmate to be petite and sweet. She read, and I slept. We remained each other’s support system right through to baggage claim where that little belt that carries our choice of luggage to us stopped working! I really thought the workers had gone home or the cart tipped over. We aged at least a year waiting. But with patience, we found our bags, wished each other a good life and I hustled off to meet the shuttle ride home. 

Slot A45. It’s always waiting; that’s why I rushed. But not this time. I checked with the dispatcher. She assured me the van would arrive soon. An hour later, patience running on fumes, we pulled away from the airport, all ten seats occupied. The last person aboard was God’s lesson for me on what virtuous patience looks like. She thanked the driver, thanked us for making room for her, and didn’t mind at all when learning that she would be the last one off. Just happy to be crowded into a van and headed to a secure destination. 

She was a minority, both in her ethnicity and in her rare state of grace after a terrible day. On the international leg of her flight, her license, credit cards, and all her identity items were stolen. It took the god of the airport to finally validate her existence. But in that confusion, she missed her connecting flight. So, the shuttle waited.   

The van was cold; she didn’t complain. The stops were many, and yet she wished each passenger a lovely stay as they got off. I was stop #9. I assured her that being here with her father would be an excellent salve for her troubled journey. I thanked God for meeting her and learning about patience. God laughed. You have one more test to go to, my dear.  

I opened my front door and heard it. That annoying chirp of a smoke detector, gone bad. It was midnight. WHY do they always go bad in the middle of the night? I was exhausted from the four-hour shuttle experience, but somewhere in my diminished reserve of patience, I found trust. Trust that all would be fine in the morning; trust that the God who gave me a bit of restoration in the country and delivered me safely back to my home would provide me with rest tonight, albeit in short spurts. 

We are patient because God has kept us safe, and we trust that He will again. Have you seen enough of God in your life to be patient and trust Him, even amid trials?  

#73 Will I Get There?

Some say that after years of marriage, a husband and wife begin to talk and act like each other. They reflect each other. Others, trying to please everyone, conform to the world’s perspective of what is good, setting goals that are not our own. We revise our resume to measure our strides. But in the aftermath of crisis, we look in the mirror and question:
Am I good enough?
I don’t want to be just good enough to make the cut. I want to be the best I can be, according to God. So, how do I get there from here?


The plane that was taking me north broke through the clouds. I could see clearly now. I felt the Son shining rays of hope onto me. He did not question my heart’s direction, for He created me to do good works in His name. But in my weakness, I knew there would be obstacles, like this doubt I was now feeling. Doubt is not good. It threatens growth and questions God’s plans. I supposed another obstacle – my age. Was there time left for me to reach His goals?

Karen Moore is an author and speaker who actively serves in God’s family of witnesses. Her blog arrived on my laptop as if she knew I was challenged by doubt about my worth and my age. I wondered: Can I also be a reflection of God to others? What is required to be a reflection of God?

Karen explained: “It means you meet the world each day with a very different point of view from those who brush God aside. You look out and see God’s handiwork in every landscape and butterfly. You see the good in the people around you because you look for the spirit of God within them. You open your hands and your heart to do all you can to help others shine.”

I was flying north to care for a post-surgery patient who lives alone, and feeling a bit inadequate. I’m not the nurse my sisters are. I had delegated some of my caregiving responsibilities back home to others before I left, believing they were a good relief.

2 Corinthians 1:4. God comforts and encourages us so that we will be able to comfort and encourage others with the comfort we have received from God. The hope in you shines for others.

I brought a new book with me. She Believed He Could, So She Did, by Becky Beresford. It was hopefully going to give me God-confidence in reaching my goals. In her introduction, Becky says that she had one goal: to point women to Jesus and help them walk closely with Him. That was also my goal: to lead others above the clouds of confusion and fear. But I had overcommitted in trying to reach that goal and was now miles away from my place of service.

On page 39, I underlined this sentence: We don’t do more to be like Christ. We seek Christ, and then He will show us what to do.
Then I heard from the Master: Lay your burdens down and rest. I’ll getcha where you’re going.

Meanwhile, look at those daffodils bursting through the snow. They will bring joy in their time, and so will you. Just keep your eyes on Me.

Prayer: Thank you, God, for always being close, where we can keep our eyes on You. Guide us in Your way, teach us how to lead others to You. You are where the Joy is. Amen

#72 Friendship

I’d like to sing the lyrics of this song to Jesus.

Readers, I write today with you in mind. I thank God for dropping you into my life, for whatever purpose, and for however long you are with me.

If you have been reading my blogs over time you may have justifiably labeled me scatterbrained. You never know where I will land the plane, do you? That’s because, in Ms. Daisy’s spirited mind, there is no end to the Good News I could share. I offer the choice to God. If I stubbornly try to steer the ship in another direction, He auto-corrects and reels me back on course – to tell His Story. 

The plane has now landed on friends and family. We may be on this island for weeks. I find the climate kind, forgiving, and nurturing. 

My sister (and best friend) is sorting through old stuff – an age-related task you may identify with. She mailed me a few souvenirs. Recipes and envelopes in our Mom’s handwriting, and some old pictures of us in younger bodies. 

Minutes later, I got a text from a cousin – one of M A N Y! And every one of them important to me. A paper list of my cousins takes the life of several trees. Loggers chip the trees into little bits, boil them into a soup-like state, flatten the bumps, and roll them out. Paper … on which I now print words about relationships.

The next day was Sunday, and friends of 67 years had just arrived in town. We sat together in church like we did in our college days. The radiance around us lit up the sanctuary, at least from our viewpoint. I counted my blessings. Then I realized God was telling me something. These are your disciples, and together, you illustrate the importance of relationships as I designed them to be. Love one another, as I have loved you. 

Relationships are the treasure of the mind, but are we sincere in our caring, honest in our conversations, and helpful in meeting the needs of others? In the book Same Kind of Different as Me, a homeless man questions the intentions of a wealthy man who came to the trenches to interact with the homeless and hopeless. After cutting through months of not-yet-trusting, there came an invite to go fishing and an invite to be a friend. 

“You want to be my friend? I heard that when white folks go fishin’, they do something called ‘catch and release. I just can’t figure it out ‘cause when colored folks go fishing, we’re really proud of what we catch, show it off to everyone, and use it to sustain us. So, Mr. Ron, if you is fishing for a friend you just goin’ to catch and release, then I ain’t got no interest in being your friend.”

His eyes gentled then, and he spoke more softly than before. “But if you are lookin’ for a real friend, I’ll be one forever.”

Here is a trailer from the movie of the same name. Mr. Ron had made himself a fortune at the expense of his marriage. God intervened through a friend; they talked, and his wife set out to respond to a dream: help the homeless. The choice to follow was his.  

Dear Lord, we have a forever Friend in you, and you in us. We thank you for your faithful nurturing of the many beautiful relationships in our lives. Guide us to be forever friends with the same kind of different people as us. We are all your children. Please lead us to be strong and bold in our faith as we fish. Amen.