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By Renee Blare
God is good…all the time.
A Bad Day of Fishing
Rain pours from the sky. The boat’s filling with
water. The dog smells like—well, let’s just say, he stinks, and I haven’t had a
bite all day. On my soggy lunch or fishing line. It’s a bad day at the hole.
I contemplate the gray clouds. Should I throw in the
towel and head to the dock? They don’t look so bad. And a little rain never
hurt anybody or so my grandfather used to say. I hunch forward against the lash
and pitch my line once again only to wince when water runs down my neck.
Surprisingly, several casts later, only a soft drizzle
strokes at my back. Blue sky peeks on the horizon. Hope blooms as there’s a
break in the clouds, and sunlight shimmers across the water. Well, not for my
sandwich. I offer my mushy bread to an eager feathered friend and the roast
beef to the pup.
After one more unfruitful cast, faith in my fishing
hole officially dies. I need to find a new place to dip my worm. I fire the motor
and putt along the edge of the lake, maneuvering through a forest of stumps. Pushing
the bow toward the bank, it caresses a cypress tree’s drapes of moss. A cascade
of butterflies sweep the air.
Silence descends with the cut of the engine, and I
toss my anchor overboard. I’ve found it: The
Spot. I peg the small alcove with a flick of my wrist. The bait sinks
beneath the surface while my bobber dips along with the dwindling waves.
After settling the pole into the holder, I find a
comfortable position and close my eyes as my dog curls around my stretched legs.
The small fishing hole fills my senses…the gentle slap of water against the
hull, birds chirping in the new light, a soft breeze blowing the fresh-washed
air.
As heat from the sun seeps the tension from my bones,
I lift my gaze to the clearing skies and realize that even a bad day of fishing’s
still a good day.
Nahum 1:7 (NKJV) “The LORD
is good, A stronghold in the day of trouble; And He knows those who trust in
Him.”
To Soar on Eagle’s Wings:
Book One: The Snowy Range
Chronicles
By Renee Blare
Spring’s in the air. While the sun shines in Timber Springs, snow falls
on the Snowy Range, and trouble’s brewing in the meadows. The area’s new game
warden, Steve Mitchell launches his first wildlife investigation of the season
but the trouble follows him—straight to town.
Rachel Fitzgerald’s on Spring Break. Or at least she’s trying. Between paperwork, and harassing phone calls, she may as well have stayed in her classroom. So much for relaxation. A ‘chance’ meeting with her brother’s old roommate offers her weary soul a shred of hope, but she discovers love, like life, isn’t easy.
He talks with the wisdom of the Lord but rejects the future. She wants to soar with the eagles but walks alone. And trusting God proves to be more of a challenge than ever before…
Rachel Fitzgerald’s on Spring Break. Or at least she’s trying. Between paperwork, and harassing phone calls, she may as well have stayed in her classroom. So much for relaxation. A ‘chance’ meeting with her brother’s old roommate offers her weary soul a shred of hope, but she discovers love, like life, isn’t easy.
He talks with the wisdom of the Lord but rejects the future. She wants to soar with the eagles but walks alone. And trusting God proves to be more of a challenge than ever before…
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Renee
Blare Bio:
Raised in Louisiana and Wyoming, Renee started writing poetry in junior
high school and that, as they say, was that. After having her son, a desire to
attend pharmacy school sent her small family to the University of Wyoming in
Laramie, and she's been counting pills ever since. While writing's her first
love, well, after the Lord and husband, she also likes to fish and hunt as well
as pick away on her classical guitar.
Nestled against the Black Hills with her husband, crazy old dog and ornery cat, she serves the community of northeastern Wyoming as a pharmacist and pens her Christian stories, keeping them interesting with action and intrigue, of course. She loves to interact with readers and invites you check out her website, blog, and social media.
Website: http://www.reneeblare.com/
Group Blog: http://diamondsinfiction.blogspot.com/
Nestled against the Black Hills with her husband, crazy old dog and ornery cat, she serves the community of northeastern Wyoming as a pharmacist and pens her Christian stories, keeping them interesting with action and intrigue, of course. She loves to interact with readers and invites you check out her website, blog, and social media.
Website: http://www.reneeblare.com/
Group Blog: http://diamondsinfiction.blogspot.com/
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