A Bobber in the Water

So I was at my friend's parent's house fishing in their pond, but mostly taking pictures, and i took a surreal picture of the bobber in the water. When I showed the picture to my friend he looked at it, tilted his head he said, "humm...just a bobber in the water." And that statement stayed with me. The more I thought about it, the more God revealed to me about being "just a bobber in the water."

A bobber in the water, a fisherman's friend. When it goes down, something has taken the bait and its up to the fisherman to pull it up, reel it in, and to save the bobber from drowning forever. The bobber has no control, just floating on the water. Its future is determined by the fisherman.

Sometimes, well all the time, I’m that bobber. I’m that piece floating in the water, the water called life. Attached to a sting, a hook with bait, and just luring a fish. I don’t know about the rest of ya’ll but, in my life I fell as though I bait my hook with sin. Whether the sin being thoughts, or actions, but regardless it is baited and Satan (the fish) bites and drags me down. He pulls me under the water. BUT>>>> on the other end is the fisherman, my savior. I am attached to his rod and reel. And he may let me go down for a while but he is there to reel me in. He is there to deliver me from drowning. He reels me in, pulls me out of the water and rescues me. He removes the fish. But here is the difference. I bait my own hook. The fisherman isn’t putting the bait on the other end, so in all reason he’s not fishing at all, but saving. Saving me! Keeping me on the water. Yeah I might go under for a while, but I am still attached. What a wonder Savior!