Today I went to Walnut Creek and released Angel's fish.
This sweet little fish was given to my son Brad by a friend for his daughter who now lives in Tennessee. Brad named this little fighter fish "Angel's Fish".
When the little fish first encountered her new surroundings she did not move a fin. She must have been adapting to the colder fresher creek water. She had lived in the same dirty water in her small fish bowl for months.
When I helped my son moved back home I held this little fish in it's pretty fish bowl on my lap while riding in the passanger side of my suburban. My oldest son drove the packed suburban while Brad followed behind in his car. I was instructed to take real good care of Angel's fish because she was special. However over the months since he moved back I was constantly asking if the fish had been fed and I often requested that the dirty water be changed. I feared the fish would die due to neglect.
I finally came to the conclusion that the fish's only chance for survival was for me to let it go at the creek. It was also a way for me to let go of worrying about my son. He was staying out until late at night playing cards, sleeping all morning, and often not coming home for days at a time. His step father said that we were enabling him to continue this destructive path and he needed to find another place to live. To tell my son that he could not stay with us was devastating to me. I want to protect and guide my children no matter how old they become. Most nights I would not sleep until I heard him come home. But I did not know what to do, and had to trust that my husband knows what is best.
I felt God was going to teach me something special while I watched Angel's Fish. So I waited and watched. After several minutes of being completely still she came up for a moment and then she disappeared far below in the dirty algea and uck. I wanted to rescue her, but I had to just wait. I saw a larger fish swim by, and I thought please God do not let that fish eat her. I could imagine how God must feel watching us from above. He can clearly see the trouble that we are about to encounter, and He can see the clear way for us to go to avoid the uck and attacks the devil is planning. His heart must ache wanting us to make the right choose to be victorious. Like we parents who plead for our children to avoid disasters and pray for them to be victorious.
As I waited and watched my two youngest children came riding their bikes down to where I stood by the creek. I told them that the fish went down into the algae and I was just watching to see if she would come up. As my daughter moved closer to the creek her foot kicked a little bit of dirt into the water. She saw the little fish come up from a little cove area.
I was glad to know that Angel's fish was out of the uck, and found a safe little cove to start her new adventures in a bigger world where God will help take care of her. I also know that God will take care of my son who is once again on his own surviving in the world without his mom watching his every move. I can exhale knowing that God is in control, and He will continue to watch my precious son even when mom is not there.
"My brothers, if one of you should wander from the truth and someone should bring him back, remember this: Whoever turns a sinner from the error of his way will save him from death and cover over a multitude of sins."
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