THE MASTER'S VOICE

To begin this blog please read "Gone Fishing - Catch and Release" dated Sunday, November 2, 2008 could be helpful in understanding this tale.

Now that the homework is done my tale can commence.

Last night I was invited to the second anniversary celebration of "Celebrate Recovery" Grant Alabama Chapter by my former girlfriend which I was going to marry in October, however, the Fishing Tournament Director ruled her inappropriate for my livewell. My heart is still broken but I must be obedient to the rules of the Tournament.

Kevin Derryberry was the guest speaker at the event last night and he told a tale about his child at two years old which precisely describes my situation. I relate it as best I can as follows:

Mrs. Derryberry was baking a cake for a party at a friends house when the two year old smelled the cake and came running for a piece.

Child: "Mom give me some cake."
Mother: "No son this cake is not for us but is for our friends."
Child: "Give me cake"
Mother: "No son."

This conversation continues until the mother decides to cut a small sliver out of the cake to give the son.

Mother: "Here son! Now I can patch the cake with frosting and no one will ever know."
The son ate the sliver of cake but was not satisfied but only got more of a craving for the cake.
Child: "More cake."

Finally the mother had had enough and decided to distract the child by letting him play outside just as they were outside the phone rang. She slipped inside to answer the phone and immediately went back outside to watch her son. Looking for him she noticed he wasn't there because he had followed her into the house. The next thing she saw was her son locking the door leaving her outside.
The child walked away from the door and started pushing a chair near the counter where the cake resided. Slowly he scooted the chair in place and he commenced to climb up the chair and commenced to drool over the cake.

Mother: "SON GET AWAY FROM THAT CAKE!!!"

The son just looked at his mother screaming as he lifted the lid off the cake pan.

Mother: "SON DON'T TOUCH THAT CAKE!!!!"

The son looked at the cake with great anticipation of eating his fill. The son looked at the cake then he would look at his mother. This went on for several seconds.

Next the son proceeded to EAT THE CAKE. Well not exactly. He actually placed the lid back on the cake, climbed down from the chair, and unlocked the door for his mother for he knew his mother's voice and wanted to please her more than he wanted to disobey her even for the pleasure of eating the cake.

Seeing her son's obedience to her wishes she cut him off a large slice of cake and took the rest to the party with a wonderful tale of why the cake was not whole anymore.

I can relate to the son in this story because I have sampled what it is to love and be loved but also have heard the voice of the Tournament Director demanding I turn her loose and let her go because he has better things for us and she just isn't the right fish for my livewell.

Owner Of A Broken Heart

PS: GONE FISHING!!!!!!!