Getting away with good friends to do some fishing holds a special place in my heart. Our church’s annual men’s fishing trip is one of the year’s highlights. After five hours in the car, we were excited to get to our first fishing spot, ready to cast our lines and catch some trout.
After fishing the first stream for a couple of hours, we decided to head back to the truck. The brush near the stream was thick, and as I turned to leave, I suddenly realized the truck keys were no longer attached to my hip. My heart sank as panic began to set in.
Looking back at the stream and the tangled brush, I had little hope of finding the keys. It was like a punch to the gut. We were in the middle of nowhere, and getting a replacement key wasn’t an option. I was sure I had ruined the trip for eve
