Brilliant day today, fact.
Magnificent breakfast and a pleasant chat with mein host.
A great day on the water in tricky conditions. But the first fish hooked, caught to hand and my season is underway. Whoopee.
Actually the coolest part of that was the fresh early conditions!
The frost crunched loudly as I strolled to the river.
Glad I had the thermals on.
Not to mention the bracing temperature of the water.
Now the really cool bit was landing my first rainbow trout for I don't know how long.
Fat little football.
From then however, my plans changed.
I am becoming an old man.
Grrrr.
My body didn't cope well in the cold, cold water for most of the morning.
My knees ached.
My hip ached.
I was tired.
My shoulder was a bit sore.
Am I getting older or sookier? (Li'l sis, no need to answer. Please)
So I went home and cut down a tree.
Just seemed the right thing to do.
I didn't plan it.
I just saw it.
Got the axe.
And down she came.
Oh I'm a lumberjack and I'm okay.........
Genesis 27
The ol' pretend-to-be-your-brother-by-wrapping-goat-skin-to-your-arm trick.
Not completely sure how, but it did work.
Quickly followed by the better-get-out-of-here-before-my-brother-kills-me trick.
It also worked.
Hatred seems so harsh, particularly towards a sibling.
This and the previous chapter seem to capture a glimpse of what must have been a turbulent life together for these twins.
I don't want to speak unkindly of mothers in general,
('Cos everyone knows mums rock)
but I wonder how much Rebekah contributed to the situation between the two.
Maybe I should give parents in general a stern glance here, because in thinking about it, Isaac was to blame as well.
He had Esau as his favourite. First born son, probably justified somewhat.
While Jacob was Rebekah's favoured.
But Rebekah needed to not undermine Isaac over and over again when it came to these lads.
Parents, guys, ladies, unless you have a penchant for offspring slaying each other, first of all lavish your affections evenly.
Encourage when it is needed.
Rebuke when it is needed.
Love all of the time.
And please, please respect your spouse and their decisions.
That is called love also.
It's great and meant to be shared with each other.
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