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Time Is A Curious Thing

It seems curious to me that sometimes we get more done when we have less time at our disposal. 

Time is a curious thing

Obviously we need time to get things done, but more time doesn’t always translate into getting more done.

I’ve been writing this blog for fourteen years now. When I was working I had a very limited amount of free time to write my blog posts. Still, for the first eight years, I was religious about writing those posts, two a week. 

With my work schedule, the only time I had to write was Monday morning on my day off and early Saturday morning before my day got going. I wrote and published over eight hundred posts to my blog during those years.

In 2020 when COVID hit, life for most of us changed … and for some curious, unknown reason I started writing fewer posts. I only published one post per week. 

I continued that pattern until I retired in 2023. Then I had all the time in the world to write. Forget about writing just on Monday mornings or early on Saturdays; I didn’t have to restrict writing to my day off because every day was now a day off.

I could write every day, in the morning, afternoon or evening. I could tailor my schedule around writing or squeeze my writing into my schedule … a schedule that mostly focused on doing one main thing a day. 

However – and this is a curious thing – instead of becoming a more prolific writer, I could barely write two posts a month. 

And from there it only got worse. 

A month would go by – sometimes more than a month – and I’d have written no posts.

The question I’ve been pondering, and I’m sure you are curious about too, is what happened? 

How could I go eight years consistently writing and then be so inconsistent the last six years? “Sporadic” is the word that comes to mind when I consider my writing since I’ve retired.

But there is only one word that answers the curiosity of why this has happened, and that word is “discipline”.

You see, when I was working I didn’t have much time at my disposal to write, so I had to discipline myself. I had to fit my writing into small windows of time each week. 

But when time was not constrained, I had no discipline. 

We truly need time to get things done. But the key factor is not time; it is discipline. 

I’ve proved that it doesn’t matter how much time you have. Without discipline the amount of time you have doesn’t matter. 

Maybe it’s not time that’s a curious thing, but rather discipline. 

Discipline trumps time because discipline will get you to accomplish what vast amounts of time never will.

… I’m hoping I can discipline myself to keep writing these posts each week from here on in. 

Here’s the thing: If you are going to have a relationship with God, it will take discipline. You will find a thousand reasons why you don’t have time to read your Bible and another thousand reasons you’re too tight on time to pray. There will be all kinds of scheduling issues that could prevent you from serving the Lord in some capacity. First, place your faith in Jesus Christ as your Saviour and Lord and then pray for discipline. Kind of curious, isn’t it?

That’s Life,

Paul

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In An Instant Things Changed

Some things take a long time to develop, but there are other things that can change in an instant.

In an instant things changed

When you see a river with all its turns and bends, you know it has taken decades for that shape to develop. You also know that in twenty or thirty years there will be new bends in that river. The changes will happen very slowly. 

This is also true in politics. When a policy or bill is passed, it often takes a great amount of time before we see the impact of that legislation. So much time passes that when the outcome occurs we often don’t even connect it back to what was voted on.

On the other hand, some things happen incredibly fast and the impact is realized in an instant. 

A car accident is like that. One little distraction, one slip of the hand, a heavy foot on the gas pedal or brake and impact occurs. 

The other day I was playing hockey and things changed for me in an instant. I had brought the puck into the opposition’s zone and then passed the puck to a trailing teammate. At that point, I coasted along the boards down toward the net. I saw my teammate’s shot and that the puck was going in the direction of the net. 

But then, out of nowhere, I saw the puck about an inch from my face just before it hit my lower lip.

I learned later that the shot hit the goalie’s pad and he deflected it to the side, right when I was cruising by. It stopped when it hit my face.

Immediately I took off my glove and put my hand to my mouth. When I removed it, I saw the blood. It was flowing. I knew I was not dealing with just a scrape. 

I put my hand back to my mouth to keep the blood from drenching my jersey and the ice while I made my way to the dressing room.

Fortunately it was minor; just my bottom front teeth went into my lip. I was able to stop the bleeding. And the end result was just a sore jaw and a few cuts on the inside of my now swollen, bruised lip.

What amazed me was how things changed in an instant. I didn’t see it coming; it happened so fast and the impact was immediate. 

What a contrast to the things in life that take so long to develop that we think they have always been there. 

Either way, whether things happen over a long time or in an instant, we need to pay attention because the impact may cause some degree of discomfort. 

Here’s the thing: Life rolls along year after year, decade after decade. We make choices, decisions and deals that cause our life to take a certain shape. Mostly things develop slowly over time. We might not even pay attention to the direction in which we are heading. But there comes a time when things will change in an instant. That will be the moment we die. The impact will be immediate and if you’ve been lulled by many years of much of the same, you might not be ready to face God.

In that instant it will be too late to make a change or make the right move. It’s far better to consider God’s offer now and live accordingly. God’s offer is Jesus, who died for our sins, will take our sin away and put us in right standing with God. Put your faith in Jesus and allow Him to help shape the rest of your life. 

That’s Life!

Paul

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Getting Old Doesn’t Have To Be A Slow Decline

There is more than one way to get old, but there is only one way that will slow the aging process.

Getting old doesn't have to be a slow decline.

And I’m not talking about some skin product that will keep you looking like you’re 45. Even after you start collecting your pension.

There are people who look old and then there are people who act old. Acting old is a sure way to get old faster. But acting younger, I believe, will keep you from getting old.

They say you are only as old as you feel and I think there is something to that.

Recently my wife, Lily, and I were on a Caribbean cruise. It was an amazing two weeks weather-wise. While our neighbours were piling snow to heights they could barely reach, Lily and I were soaking up the 28° Celsius air on one of the seven islands we visited.

When I told one of the guys I play hockey with about the trip, he laughed and said, “What I find funny is that you’re almost 70 and you said all the people on the ship were old.” 

But it was true. It seemed like 90% of the people on board were over 80.  

If we happened to see a couple in their 30’s or a family with children, we sat up and commented, “Hey look, there are young people on this cruise!”

Everywhere we went on board the ship I was stuck behind some old person walking like they should be in a nursing home with a walker.

I know that most people looked at Lily and I and thought we fit in just fine. But to me people seemed way older. 

I know I would not have enjoyed a ship that was filled with kids running wild and free. However, I think it would have been nice if we were the old ones on the cruise rather than being on the younger side. 

… Which brings me to the point I want to make about staving off aging.

I think you just have to keep doing things that you’ve always done. Don’t stop because you’re getting older. 

I still play hockey 3 to 4 times a week and don’t have any intention of stopping. 

When someone says, “I hope I can still play when I’m your age”, I tell them to keep playing now and they’ll be able to later.

I’m still doing the activities I did in my thirties: I play hockey, mountain bike, and play golf. 

Recently I tried pickle ball and I think I’ll play that again. I laughed at myself getting frustrated when I missed shots. In my head I thought I should make all the shots, even though it’s been about 35 years since I played racket sports.

Hang out with people younger than you. Try new things and don’t quit doing what you did when you were young. 

That’s my theory for slowing the aging process. 

Here’s the thing: It is interesting that in the Bible God often refers to people as children. God sees us as young, flexible, moldable, in a posture of learning. If we become old it becomes harder for us to transform into the image God desires for us. We get stuck and begin to put God off. Don’t get old in your mind; stay young and available for God to do great things in you. 

That’s Life!

Paul

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There’s a Scrooge In Every One Of Us

Christmas is the time for giving, generosity, and kindness … except when our inner Scrooge comes out.

Generally most people are a little nicer at Christmas time. People will go out of their way to help others or just be nice in some way.

The other day I came out of an arena and saw I had a really low tire. As I started driving, I was torn: do I try to make it home or do I find a gas station on the way and pump it up? 

It was cold out so I wanted to get home and pump it up in my garage. But I pulled over, got out, looked at the tire again, and realized right away I needed to find a gas station fast.

I pulled into the first gas station I came to but there was a sign on the air compressor: “Sorry. Out of order”. 

I got out of my car to see if there was some kind of compressed air I could buy in the store. 

Before I got into the store, however, a worker came out and told me they didn’t have anything, but that he would hook up the air inside. He then proceeded to fill my tire for me; I just stood and watched him. 

I thanked him profusely and drove home. 

Maybe he would have done that for me at any time of the year, but I think there is some kind of “niceness code” at Christmas time that we live by.

However, I also think there is still a little bit of Scrooge in all of us at Christmas as well. It comes out at the most inappropriate times.   

My wife, Lily, always bakes cookies at Christmas and this year was no exception. About two weeks before Christmas she started pounding out all of the family’s favourite cookies. 

I happened to come into the kitchen when a couple of batches were cooling and I casually said, “It doesn’t look like there is enough cookies.” 

That seemed to be the wrong thing to say because I got a terse reply of, “There is only two of us”.

In my head I was thinking, true, but the whole family will be here at Christmas so that’s technically six of us. It seemed like we didn’t have enough was all I was saying. 

Two days later I’m being scolded rather hostilely for eating all the cookies. … Seems like now Lily is realizing she didn’t make enough. 

But I’m taking the brunt for the cookie shortfall.

The next thing I know is three quarters of the cookies are gone … apparently to the freezer … so I won’t eat them all before the family arrives. 

Lily does a lovely, kind thing in baking cookies but then she hides them from me so I can’t eat them. 

Scrooge.

If it was just Lily, I wouldn’t think much of it. But I remember my mother would bake cookies and then hide them from me and my brother. She had a little Scrooge in her as well. 

I would just like to eat the lovely cookies that were baked. Can’t someone be generous enough to let me at them?

Humbug.

Here’s the thing: We celebrate Christmas because it is when God sent His only Son to us. God didn’t pull a Scrooge; He went all in with Jesus. And Christmas is just half the story because God later had his Son die on a cross to pay for our sins and save us. Then by raising Him from the dead this Son offers us forgiveness and a relationship with God. There is no Scrooge there! 

Merry Christmas!

That’s Life!

Paul

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Torn Between Two Choices. Which One Will Win?

Have you ever been torn, wanted to be in two places at the same time? Well, I sure have, and it seems to be happening every fall now. 

torn between two choices. which one will win?

My wife, Lily, and I closed up our cottage earlier than ever this year. For several years we closed it the week after Canadian Thanksgiving, the second Sunday in October. But the last few years it’s been the first weekend in October. This year it was the last few days of September. 

That seems crazy early to me, especially when the sun is shining and it’s still 23 degrees Celsius during the day. When you can walk on the beach and be greeted by a sunset like this picture almost every night, it’s tough to leave it all behind.

My first impulse is to squeeze every ounce of summer-like weather out of the fall and there is no better place to be for that than at our cottage.

It should be a simple decision of when the weather starts to turn, you close up and say goodbye until the spring. 

I remember going to college in another province and when school ended I had no problem packing up my belongings and turning my back on Regina for the summer. But there was really nothing to keep me there, nothing I felt I would be missing out on when I left. 

Leaving my cottage behind is a different story. 

I want to be there. I like the relaxed atmosphere of a beach town, the walks on the sand and up the strip, maybe with a stop at the ice cream shop for a scoop of black cherry on a sugar cone.

Though I want to be there, and though I miss so much there, home is calling and I also want to be there. 

Much of what is happening at home could wait till the weather turns sour at Sauble. But one thing at home seems to be starting earlier and earlier. 

It’s hockey season. 

Though the NHL season doesn’t start until the first week of October, my hockey starts the first week of September. And to make matters worse, the OHL Kingston Frontenacs team that I’m the chaplain of start tryouts and preseason at the end of August. 

I feel torn between being home and being at the cottage because if I’m enjoying an incredible sunset I’m also missing out on playing hockey with my team. 

Have you ever had to choose like that? … Suppose you were with your family for the weekend, let’s just say Thanksgiving weekend. You’re having a good time with everyone; everything is going well.

Then on the last day you get a text. You had planned a family pickleball match before everyone went their separate ways. However, the text is an invitation to watch a Toronto Blue Jays playoff game … sitting in box seats. 

Now that’s being torn. Do you bail on the family game and go to the Blue Jays game. Or do you say no to the tickets? 

Tough decision, right? 

Well, that’s how I was torn between the cottage and home. Hockey won, that’s all I can say. 

Here’s the thing: God wants you to be part of His family for all eternity. But it comes with a choice. By faith will you believe that Jesus died and rose again to pay for your sins, or will you trust in your own self for your future? You may be torn in making that decision, but eternity is a long time. For me, being part of God’s family is the best choice to make. 

That’s Life!

Paul

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They Did It And We’re Done

It’s been a long time, but this past weekend they did it, and now we are officially done.

They did it and we're done

There are times when you are ready for the next chapter, next phase, but you are waiting on others to get you there.

Well, we just had one of those moments this past weekend. It’s been 34 years in the making but it was all worth the wait. 

On Sunday we watched our youngest – Lily’s baby boy – get married.

To be fair, I did more than just watch the whole thing take place; I performed the ceremony. So, in a sense, I got it done. Without my signature on their marriage licence it wouldn’t have happened.

I think every parent thinks and dreams about the day when their kids grow up, move out and get married to the girl or guy of their dreams. To be honest, it might be for some ulterior motive. What parents really want is grandkids! 

We want to redo having young children in our lives, only this time with very little day-to-day responsibility. 

In our case the first step has been achieved: we have a new family. 

But this has taken so long that I’m concerned that I will not be able to do justice to my role as grandpa. I might be so old that the kids will have to play on me rather than me play with them. 

Wait … actually when my kids were little they would play on me while I flaked out in the middle of the living room. … I guess that will be okay then.

With our son, Mike, taking so long to get married, it has meant I have had to wait a very long time to use hidden embarrassing material against him.

When Mike was about three, he and his sister, Karlie, each had a PlaySchool cassette recorder. Attached to each recorder was a hand-held microphone. They almost wore out the cassette tapes they made so many recordings. 

But Mike made a certain recording of a song with some background music playing. He made up some words in time with the tune. 

When Lily let me listen to what he made, I knew immediately that I somehow needed to save it for the right moment. 

Several years went by with Mike’s song still on that cassette. When the technology existed, I made a digital copy of it on my computer. As computer sound programs got more sophisticated, I eventually filtered some of the noise out and bumped up the volume. 

Finally this weekend came and I got to play that 30 second clip of that 31 year old song. 

One person at the wedding was embarrassed but 200 others got a big kick out of it. I figure if you can’t embarrass your son at his wedding, when can you?

Natalie, Mike’s new wife is a beautiful addition to our family. 

Now we’re done; both kids are married. Bring on the grandkids!

Here’s the thing: Christ is going to return one day and those who have placed their faith in Him will go to heaven. But in the meantime, we wait for that special day and His arrival as we live our lives out here.

That’s life!

Paul

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When Creative Juices Flow, Don’t Stop Them

One should never let their creative juices dry up. It doesn’t matter in what way you are creative, the important thing is never stop being so.

When creative juices flow don't stop them

Creativity is the spice of life. It’s what makes ordinary things fun, exciting, heart-pumping. 

Last year my brother and I bought scooters for using up at our cottages in the summer. We turned some heads in our sleepy little summer town of Sauble Beach … not because we were riding electric scooters, but because we are in our late 60’s bombing around at 30 km/h on these two-wheeled platforms. (Read about it here.)

To be honest, I think we started a little bit of a trend in Sauble because I’ve seen a lot more adults riding scooters since we started.

Not only are electric scooters fun to ride around on, but they are also practical.

Our cottages are in a park that has a few designated structures to take garbage and recycling to. Instead of walking our bags and recycling containers to the garbage barns, we can now zoom over to them on our scooters.

However, sometimes there is too much to carry on a scooter. Sometimes things get a little precarious – like taking my recycling container to the barn. I have to place it on the platform of my scooter and squeeze my knees against it so that it doesn’t fall off and spill everything out.

Even more difficult is getting a 30-pound propane tank refilled at the station. Just imagine pressing both legs against a round tank going about 20 km/h. It takes some skill … not that we can’t do that, because we have on multiple occasions. 

… And that is where the creative juices comes in. So when they start flowing, you can’t stop what’s produced. 

My brother, John, and I recently got the idea to make trailers for our scooters. … I know, it sounds rather funny. Still we get smiles on our faces thinking about it.

We started imagining how to make them, watched some YouTube videos and came up with a design. We used pvc piping, thinking it would be cheap and easy. … Let me just say that all those T-joints and elbows really add up ($$), not to mention that the wheels ended up being a lot more expensive than we thought!

We figured out a way to attach the cart to the scooter and then began cutting the piping and dry-fitting all the joints and elbows together. When it was all together, we tested it out and it worked. 

Then came the hard part of gluing all the pieces together. The gluing wasn’t difficult, but keeping all those pieces in correct alignment when we glued and set them was. We couldn’t make any adjustments or tweaks after about ten seconds.

Now when we drive by, people are not just smiling at the two old guys on scooters, they are doubled over laughing! 

Here’s the thing: When you look at the world around you – trees, rivers, lakes, sunsets, mountains, fields – you know they point to some amazing creative juices at work. And while no one laughs when they gaze at them, they do think they are amazing. That is what God has made, not random, not by chance, but by design. Discover God through nature and learn about Him in the Bible. 

That’s life!

Paul

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Your Mind Doesn’t Always Lead You In The Right Direction

Your mind is a curious thing, you can be out of your mind, but still in your right mind all at the same time.

your mind doesn't always lead you in the right direction

Now this could be an age thing. The older you get the more your mind plays tricks on you. And your mind doesn’t work as fast at it used to. 

There are times you can know something but not know something at the same time. 

Let me explain.

Not that long ago my wife Lily and I were discussing what to do for dinner. When we have one of these discussions I’m always up for going out to eat or getting take out. 

So as our conversation leaned towards getting some food from a restaurant we started listing the same old suspects we usually do. 

Many of those restaurants are fast food joints and that particular night we didn’t feel like fast food. 

So we came up with a different idea, we would order from a sit down restaurant but do it take out style.

We picked Montana’s because I was particularly feeling like ribs was what I had a hankering for.

Lily placed the order and I was on pick up duty, which usually the way it works.

When it came time to get our food I hoped in the car and made my way to Montanas.

I was a few minutes late so I figured our food would be sitting there waiting for me. I was greeted by a little guy who may have been a busboy slash pickup orders gofer. 

He hurried off to get the food we’d ordered and I started looking around. 

I said to myself, “they’ve really changed this place”. It had been a while since I’d been there but wow it looked so different. 

Soon the little man came back with no food. He said I can’t find your order. 

There was an older hostess at the door by then and so she asked me a few questions. I told her what we ordered and she thought the order sounded a little odd.

I even should her the app showing that my order was ready.

She started to do some checking on line. She even got out a menu at one point. And tried to find what we ordered.

I casually asked the hostess while I patiently waited for my food if they had done some renovations in the last while. 

To that she said they done a little bit about 4 months ago. I thought to myself “it looks like they did a complete gut job and started over.”

It was about at that time when she said “are you sure your ordered from this restaurant.” 

And that is when a light bulb went off in my head. I said “what restaurant is this?”

To that she said this is Kelsey’s. I said my food is at Montana’s and started to laugh. 

She laughed too and I took off quick, because my food was getting cold at the restaurant just kitty corner to where I presently was.

I knew something was not right about my surroundings but I was completely out of my mind as to where I was. 

Here’s the thing: In your mind you can be convinced that our whole world including you came about by random chance. But your mind also tells you that everything in this world including yourself has great detailed order to it. How does random chance lead to anything but more random chance. Order leads to order. To prevent being convinced you’re in the right place when you aren’t at all. You need to challenge your mind to think not just follow it. So to when considering how ordered your body is, challenge your mind to think. Then God creating you and this world in order and detail starts to make a lot of sense.

Paul

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You’re Often In Your Own Way Of Progress

Have you ever got in your own way from obtaining the progress you desired? I have been doing that for a while now.

you're often in your own way of progress

In my last blog post (click here to read), I mentioned how we had a significant snowfall over the course of two days. What I didn’t mention is that I had been shovelling my neighbours’ driveway as well as mine. The end result was that I tweaked my shoulder during that battle with the snow.

“Tweak” may not have been the correct word to use, however, in describing the soreness of my shoulder. It was closer to the Monty Python skit with the knight who kept losing limbs in a sword fight with King Arthur, but said, “it’s just a flesh wound”.

My shoulder was really sore. … Sore enough to wonder whether I should play hockey two days later. But, of course, I played.

And to my surprise, my shoulder didn’t bother me one bit. I felt 100% out on the ice. 

However, about an hour later when I was driving home, as I reached to put my turn signal on, I got a stabbing pain in my shoulder. I had to reach across and through the steering wheel with my right arm to lift up the turn signal. 

I later spoke with my son-in-law who told me I’d probably pulled some ligament in my shoulder attached to my bicep. It wouldn’t affect my arm movement playing hockey but picking up a glass of water was another matter. He said I needed rest. 

So I gave it rest. I didn’t play hockey for an entire week after that … until Wednesday rolled around again. 

My shoulder wasn’t feeling better after playing hockey the week before, but it was a little better. So, of course, I played hockey again. 

And guess what happened? It didn’t bug me at all playing hockey. But afterwards it was like I’d taken two steps back in the healing process.

I sort of got in my own way of recovering.

I decided I better give my shoulder another week to heal. So I went from playing hockey four times a week to one time.

Each week had the same results. My shoulder would start feeling a little better and then I would play hockey and it would regress. … Getting in my own way again.

That was until last Wednesday. 

On my first shift, I reached for the puck and I felt something like a pop in my good shoulder. I felt like I lost the strength in my arm for a bit.

Now both my shoulders feel really messed up. Ever try putting on your shirt or coat with bad shoulders? It’s not a good look.

So for the first time in a month, I’m not playing hockey this week at all. 

And hopefully I will start to recover. I’ve been getting in my own way of getting better. 

One thing I’m settling on is getting a snowblower so this shoulder thing doesn’t happen again.

Here’s the thing: Often we get in our own way when it comes to getting right with God. We either make excuses for our actions, or we invent our own storyline. But God’s right there; He sees what we are doing and He still waits for us to give in to Him. Stop getting in your own way with God. Go to Him, put your faith in Christ, ask for forgiveness and stop getting in your own way. God’s waiting. 

That’s Life!

Paul

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Snow Changes My Perspective On Things

This last weekend has reminded me of what winter snow was like when I was a kid.

Snow changes my perspective on things

We’ve had a fairly mild winter up until this last weekend – not much snow and not very low temperatures.

We typically don’t get any snow until around Christmas Day. This year we had a light dusting, enough to make the landscape white. Even the new year didn’t bring a lot of snow. With just a little here and there, shovelling was at a minimum. 

But this last weekend sure made up for it. 

I remember winters like this as a kid. The snow was up to your knees and made walking through it burdensome. I always thought there seemed to be so much snow because my legs were shorter back then, but I think there was a lot more snow back in the 60’s. What I’m looking at out my front window agrees with my memory.

Obviously weather has changed over the years. As a kid they would flood a portion of the school yard and put up boards for us to play hockey on. But by the end of the 60’s when I was in junior high, they started building tennis courts at schools – tennis courts with an ice plant attached to them – to have tennis in the summer and artificial ice skating rinks in the winter. 

The city (Toronto) did that because the temperatures did not stay cold long enough to sustain flooding the ground for a natural rink. 

In high school I remember going to the school rink and skating when it was plus 1 or 2 out. 

I remember my first winter in Edmonton (‘85, ’86), driving in snow ruts for a portion of the winter. … I don’t think that happens much anymore. 

As time has marched on, the cold and snow conditions have lightened up.

But the mountains of snow piled up on each side of my driveway remind me of days gone by when it was colder and snowy. 

I can say for sure that I like that we no longer have winters like this all the time. 

Sunday I shovelled my driveway three times and then again on Monday morning. 

In fact, I think my contract with snow shovelling is pretty much up. I need to renegotiate my price with my wife before the next snowfall or she will have to drive over the snow rather than on clear pavement.

I’m also a little ticked because I tweaked my shoulder and I’m concerned it may hamper my shot when playing hockey. 

My wife, Lily, should be thankful that I’m a hockey player and not a baseball player. They demand hundreds of millions to play.  I’m happy to keep shovelling for the league minimum of $775,000 … though I’m not sure I’ll get it, since Lily’s funds have been considerably reduced since she retired.

I guess it better not snow anymore this winter.

Here’s the thing: So many things change in life as we grow up and grow older. For some things that’s good, but for other things it makes life more difficult or more uncertain or stressful. But there’s one thing that does not change and that is God. God never changes. So you can expect from Him His same presence, His same love, comfort and care no matter what changes you experience in your life or situation. Place your faith in Jesus to take you through all the changes that life throws at you. He won’t disappoint you. 

That’s Life!

Paul

Question: What is a big change you’ve noticed in your life over the last 10 or even 2 years? Leave your comments and questions below.

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