The Fishing Hole

I rained so hard this morning that

traffic was a nightmare. Visibility was

about 15 feet and I was relieved when it slowed to

a crawl for once. I didn’t complain this time

 I just whispered under my breath, “Thank you, Lord”.

By afternoon the rain was gone and the sun was out

 and the only thing on my mind was…how can I sneak

out of work early and go fishing? Of course, I knew I couldn’t.

But tomorrow is Saturday and my men’s group is not meeting

at 10 so I will be up early and you know where… that’s right

The Fishing Hole.