This brings to mind a funny incident when I was in the 3rd grade returning from school one afternoon. I got home really hungry and headed straight for the kitchen for a snack. My sister was napping and my mom was doing the wash in the bath house. My brothers were next door watching a children’s show on our neighbor’s brand new TV set. That was a privilege and luxury in those days.


After my snack, I told my mom I was going to head over to our neighbor’s to join my brothers. As I left my house, I suddenly noticed the end of a white, nylon string tied around a stick imbedded in the dirt road in front of our house.  As far as I could see, the rest of the string kept going down the dirt road.  This roused my curiosity.  For some reason, I had to find out what was at the other end of the string!  Deciding that it would be an adventure to unravel this mystery, I began to follow the string. It led me along the dirt road for several yards until I reached a bend.  I peered around the hedge at the corner and noticed that it continued down to the sugar cane field.  When I looked back, I had gone far enough that I could no longer see my house. I hesitated and contemplated on going further.  Mustering more courage, I ventured on down the dirt road!


After a while, I noticed the sun was beginning to set. Just as I thought about returning home, I could see a figure squatting in the middle of the road.  The sun was behind him but its rays made it difficult for me to recognize who it was at first but as I got closer, I discovered it was my father!  I called out to him and he looked up. I saw that he was carrying a spool and was winding the string I was following around it.  As he stood up with a big smile on his face, he asked in Pidgin, "Aye, how come you stay hea?" He held out his arms and I ran into them. I hugged him fiercely. I told him how I got there and he laughed. "I wuz jus tryin’ to take out the tangles!" he explained.


I walked beside him as he resumed winding the string around the spool. I had solved the mystery!  My father was going to weave a fishing net and would soon be taking us on another fishing adventure that weekend. I could hardly wait!


When we got home, I ran to tell my mother what had happened. After scolding me for not letting her know where I was going, she gave my dad a knowing smile, and kissed me on the head. "Go get ready foa eat and tell your bruddahs to come home now," she ordered. We had fish for dinner, of course, but I couldn’t eat. I was too excited. I fell asleep dreaming about sitting in my father’s fishing boat on the Kalihiwai River and the all the O'opu fish that I was going to catch!


The phrase “no strings attached” means without conditions, restrictions costs or obstacles such as in a relationship or favor.  Our Father in Heaven need not string us along to find Him nor does He impose restrictions on our relationship with Him. As our Father, He desires to spend time with us.  We definitely complicate things by our self-made rules, but He is faithful to reveal our true motives and bring us back to a broken and contrite heart if necessary.  If we allow Him, He is able to detangle our lives and lead us along the path directly into His loving arms!  What kind of path are you walking on – is it taking you on detours?  In what direction are you heading?  Do you keep looking behind?  Proverbs 3:5-7 assures us that if we trust in God and His Word, He will direct our path to where it needs to go.  He has a plan in mind for our lives.  We don't need to figure it all out ourselves or be strung along by life’s circumstances and lacking direction.  Be of good courage!  We only need to lean on God to make our paths straight and make us fishers of men!

5 Trust in the Lord with all your heart;
    do not depend on your own understanding.
6 Seek his will in all you do,
    and he will show you which path to take.

7 Don’t be impressed with your own wisdom.
    Instead, fear the Lord and turn away from evil.

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