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.
