I’m talking to a friend who is about to pack up to go fishing. I remind him about the darkening sky overhead.
He says, “You don’t let the sky keep you from fishing.”
It sounds like ancient fisherman wisdom that’s designed to teach me how to live my life, not just catch trout.
I suppose it might storm. I suppose I could think of a million other circumstantial reasons keeping me from doing what I’m supposed to do–or rather, what I really want to do. I see the darkening clouds of discouragement in various forms.
But then I see the fisherman who packs up the truck underneath a gathering storm.
Fisherman know that the sky doesn’t keep you from fishing.