Big Fish, Little Fish
A friend of mine volunteered at a camp for children with special needs. The camp featured all the activities of a ‘regular camp’, with a 1:1 ratio of adults to campers so these children could experience the same summertime exhilaration as other children.
One afternoon, the children had gone fishing. They waded into the water with their poles and bait, and they caught fish after fish. But Matthew didn’t get any bites on his line. He so badly wanted to catch a fish, but none came his way.
My friend prayed as she watched over Matthew and helped him cast his line again and again. “Please, God. Please send a fish. Just a small one. Just a little fish. That’s all we need. It’s nearly time to go, and it would be wonderful if Matthew could have a fish too. Just a little one, God. Please. That’s all I’m asking.”
And just like that, there was a tug on Matthew’s line. Just as the woman had prayed, Matthew caught one little fish.
They celebrated over the victory and the answered prayer, and Matthew delighted in his first success as a fisherman.
But as they finished up, the woman felt a conviction on her heart. Why did she ask God for something so small? Why did she beg him for a small fish?
Our God is greater, our God is stronger.
Why not ask for a bigger fish?
Why not think, dream, ask bigger?
He could have just as easily given the miracle of a big fish. But she merely asked for a small one.
Gretchen says:
I agree that we can ask for big things and dream big. But in this situation, a little fish satisfied, and IMHO was just as big a miracle as a big fish. God heard and answered.