Shark

My husband recently went on a fishing trip with his brothers and father. They were fortunate enough to catch their limit of salmon each day. Oddly enough they also hooked not 1 but 2 blue sharks. They caught and reeled in one of them, over 7 feet long! So far we've had one delicious meal of salmon accompanied by my father-in-law's home grown vegetables-squash and a little salad I made of his cucumbers, onion, tomatoes in rice-wine-vinegar. Mm yummy!

Instead of eating shark steak as of yet, I recently have been made to feel tied to a stake & fed to the sharks! By one of my own children none the less. Teen age years are such an exciting time of transformation. Sometimes however, those transformations come with difficulty. It can be an awkward time, wanting to be an adult, feeling fully capable of being one, yet being given chores and having to live within other's guidelines. I can understand and appreciate that. I can also understand and appreciate that God has a heck of a sense of humor. I don't have to look at a sloth or a duck-billed platypus to be reminded of this, I just picture him laughing as we parents suffer through the trials and tribulations that come with parenting or attempting to parent a teenager!

So while my teenager mourned not receiving the shark's head to "mount on the wall" or even his teeth, I mourn some teen rebellion I've had the "pleasure" of suffering through. A recipe for Shark-how about a definition of Shark? I think you see my point, hopefully. I'll attempt to sew up my wounds from the bite and swim forward, upstream and all. Why? Because, what other choice do I have? If I suffer the sharks, I may get to see other, less violent days filled with friendlier people. Wish me luck & a good tour guide.

Be blessed Dear Readers, suffer the sharks knowing their days are numbered, try to appreciate the beauty within, lying beyond their teeth, as I will.