I also read about a fisherman who had denied his Lord. He is in his boat fishing with some others when he hears a familiar command from a stranger on the shore. A net is cast in obedience. 153 fish are caught. An excited whisper, 'It is the Lord,' prompts the fisherman to dive into the water and swim to shore.i read this Scripture last week and one of my first thoughts was "that is so like Peter, jumping right into the water when he realized Who was at the shore...." followed by "i wonder why 153 fish?" no more, no less. hmm.
It is the Lord. I get this big fisherman. I think if it were up to just him and me, the fish would have gone free that day, all 153 of them."
i went to Mass this morning and offer my rosary prayers for all the moms i dealt with yesterday at the hospital. i walked in at 7:00 a.m. and was scrubbed in for a section by 7:10. assisted in two natural deliveries (great, great families, all of them) and assisted on/off with a slow laboring mom most of the afternoon. i set up her delivery cart when i got the *go* sign from her nurse and kind of hung out and helped her and her husband and mom get her through her contractions.
the baby's presentation was "sunny side up." i won't bore you with the details of what that exactly means, but the poor little guy was kind of stuck. it was now 7:00 p.m., change of shifts and many new faces for the mom to look at; she was a bit panic-stricken when she saw her nurse leave and then looked at me with these huge imploring eyes - i said "i will stay until he is born."
i clocked out at 10:00 p.m. after an emergency c-section. mama & baby (and family) are all doing fine :), again, thank you God. i told my husband today the lady i scrubbed in with is a Christian and i said to her "i prayed the entire time i was here" and she said "so did i...." i am wondering if i felt so compelled to stay so i could help intercede on behalf of this baby and mama? i do not think i will know this side of heaven, but i am glad i did and am exhausted from it all as i type this out, very slowly.
i couldn't wait to get to Mass today, so i could rest. i am weary, not too heavily-burdened, but just wanted to sit and soak in the Word and the prayers. the rosary was especially poignant to me today because these families were so heavy on my heart....complications, emotions, fatigue, joy.
i ran to Mass to be with Jesus, just like Peter jumped from his boat and swam ashore.
i still don't *get* the 153, however :)