My mother gave my son Dustin a little blue fish as a gift sometime last year. It is one of those beta fighting fish. Although it is beautiful, it lives a very solitary life. If you put other fish in the bowl, it will kill them immediately, so all alone it stays.
It lives in a glass vase on my kitchen windowsill right above the sink. When I wash dishes I stare at it, and I wash dishes often so I stare at it a lot.
To be honest, I find its solitary existence depressing. I feel bad for it swimming around in such a small space with no friends or relationships. Surely even fish get lonely right? I wonder if it is sad or bored every time I look at it. Does it long for a different life? Does it ever wonder if it was meant for more than this fish bowl existence?
It began to bother me so much that I brought my burden for this little fish to the Lord.
"Lord, you care for all the creatures of the land and sea. You created each one with a purpose. What is the purpose of this little fish?"
Weeks went by.
I just stared at the little fish day after day wondering.
And then I figured it out. Or rather, God told me. The little fish was not lonely or bored, it knew something and lived by it. Something I know but forget too easily.
GOD IS ENOUGH.
Maybe its purpose was to remind me of that? I don't know. But it isn't the first time God used a fish.