From time to time, we go lake fishing with boy scouts as well as handicapped children. Before we go out, we always pray for a good catch. One day, we decided to go down to Mission Bay, San Diego, for deep sea fishing. As we arrived at the marina, where the boat was docked, we saw that the boat next to ours was just returning from a fishing trip. They had caught six 30-pound albacores. We let them know we hoped to have the same good fortune, as we were fishing for the homeless. They immediately gave us three of the albacores. We decided to go out anyways, - and caught nothing, because we hadn’t realized that God already answered our prayer before we ever set foot on the boat. That day, we were able to deliver over 90 pounds of fish to the shelter. Little miracles like this happen to us regularly.

Another time, we went to Lake Poway, California. Although we prayed, we didn’t catch anything from the crack of dawn to dusk. With our egos deflated, we docked the boat and were just preparing to return to our car when two teenage boys were walking toward us, holding a stringer of ten catfish. One of the boys recognized my friend, remarking that he had seen his picture at the tackle shop as the record-holding angler for the Lake. The boys were shocked to hear we had caught nothing. When we told them we were fishing for the homeless, they spontaneously gave us their fish.

As others around us overheard our excitement, they donated their fish too. This way we ended up with much more fish than we could have caught on our own. Often God answers our prayers in ways we would never imagine. To date, the biggest fish we caught was a 220 pound shark, which we caught just before midnight, three miles outside of Mission Bay. It took us more than an hour to get it into the boat. We delivered it to the shelter at 3:00 am.

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