Beta, Beta, Beta…

Every time I go to a big box store, I find myself going to the pet section. There, I see hundreds of fish eyes staring at me. I hear, “pick me, look what I can do, I have a personality!” … I gaggle by the cat toys and I immediately look over my shoulder…and all are staring me. One fish, one cup, with three air holes poked at the top of the lid. Just hanging out, suspended in time, hoping to be chosen. Praying to be chosen, to be loved, to be cared for. I want to save them all. I stand in front of all of them. Some just do nothing, some just wave a fin, but one is so desperately trying to get my attention. I say “ok, I pick you.” I carry him all through the store, placed next to a bag of chips, and finally we check out. Splashing, water gathers a little at the top as I roll my cart to my car. I place him in my center console, and his new home awaits. I am definitely a Beta Fish, randomly chosen in this world to make difference in someone’s world. God chose me. Jesus saved me.