Faith of a Child/aka another generation of fishermen

I am sure that I have written/shared this before but when I went to reference it, I could not find it.  Hence, I am rewriting the story of CJ and the fish.

When CJ was little, 4 or 5ish, his grandpa and I took him camping to Lake Greenbelt.  CJ was POSITIVE that he would catch a fish.  When I asked why he was so sure, he said that it was because he had talked to God about it.  Trying to temper his expectations without destroying his faith in God, I tried to explain unanswered prayers, etc.  He was adamant that he WAS going to catch a fish.

Fast forward 2 fishless days and we were striking camp and getting ready to go home.  I was putting the last of the stuff in the pickup and the guys were policing the shoreline.  CJ excitedly ran back to camp clutching the half decomposed carcass of a fish.  "Look, Grandma, I caught one!"  I honestly did my best to be impressed. 

His next sentence?  "Next time, I'm gonna remember to tell God that I want a live one!"

We all need that kind of faith.