This weekend, my 7-year-old daughter Reagan caught her very first fish—a catfish!
That might not sound like a big deal to some, but for our family, it was a moment I won’t forget.
For years, Reagan has watched her older brothers fish.
She wanted to join them, but honestly, she was intimidated.
Still, about a year ago, we got her a fishing pole of her own.
She’d try here and there, casting her line with hope, but each time came up empty.
Eventually, she started saying things like “I’m just not good at this” or “I’ll never catch one.”
As a dad, that’s hard to hear.
You want to fix it, to make it easier—but sometimes, the best thing you can do is encourage and wait.
And then, this weekend, it happened.
She cast her line… and caught one.
A real, whisker-faced, wriggling catfish.
The look on her face was pure joy and disbelief.
She did it.
What I admire most isn’t the fish—it’s her persistence.
Reagan kept trying, even when it was hard and discouraging.
Even when it looked like it would never happen.
It reminded me of this verse:
“Let us not grow weary in doing good, for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up.” – Galatians 6:9
Sometimes the “harvest” looks like a job promotion or a big project finally coming together.
And sometimes?
It looks like a little girl, fishing pole in hand, finally reeling in the thing she almost gave up on.
So proud of Reagan—not just for catching the fish, but for showing me what perseverance really looks like. |
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