Author: Paul Silcock

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Calling In The Professionals Can Save You Aggravation

A wise person will know when calling in the professionals is the right thing to do.

calling in the professionals can save you aggravation

There are times when, out of laziness, calling in the professionals can be too soon. Without exerting much effort, that person instead opts to go straight to receiving help. 

If money is not an issue, why struggle with something that you’re not an expert in? 

Another reason to go straight to calling in the professionals is that the time and the frustration make outsourcing the more economical way to go. 

I’ve never taken either of these approaches. In fact, I usually err on the side of waiting too long before calling in the professionals. Whether I have the skill and equipment or not, I will usually try to tackle problems on my own until I have completely run into a brick wall. But that’s me.

The other day I was talking with my neighbour and he said to me, “I’m raising the white flag.” 

I replied, “What? What do you mean?” 

It was his lawn that he was surrendering to – the weeds, to be specific. 

He just can’t get them under control. The other day when he drove up to his house and saw dandelions the size of cedars covering his lawn, that was the last straw.

He called the Weed Man, the professionals. 

He was telling me all this because he has had a number of conversations with my wife, Lily, about the weed problem both our lawns have. I think they have discussed all kinds of military sanctions and ops against the weeds on our lawns but to no avail. 

The weeds seem to be gaining ground and, for fear that they will start showing up between the cracks in the hardwood floors in our living rooms, something had to be done. 

He has called in the professionals. 

When I mentioned it to Lily she said, “Oh, that’s not a bad price. Maybe we should call in the professionals too.” 

At that point, I had a flashback to my growing up years.

I grew up with a backyard that would take me about an hour and a half to cut each time … unless I let the grass get too long and then the cutting would most certainly go into extra innings. 

I remember each spring looking out over the backyard at a continuous field of yellow flowers. Some people call them dandelions, but back then I had hoped that my parents would see this beautiful long-stemmed floral field as a cash crop or something. 

No such luck. I still had to mow them down each week.

For years we didn’t do anything about them, until one day the weed man talked to my dad. My father thought that, because they never seeded the lawn after the house was built, all the grass we had was weeds. He didn’t want to kill the whole lawn.

The weed man assured my dad that only the little yellow broadleaf dandelions would be eradicated. 

It was then that we began having a green lawn. … Maybe it’s time to call in the professionals ourselves.

Here’s the thing: We often try to solve our problems, issues and irritants on our own before we call on God. We usually wait too long before giving up on our own efforts and asking God for help. Don’t wait until you have to raise the white flag. Call on the Lord early when you discover something that needs to be addressed in your life.

That’s Life!

Paul

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Report Cards Are Out – What About Our Prime Minister?

Well, school is finished in Ontario for this academic year and report cards are being sent out. 

Report Cards Are Out - What About Our Prime Minister?

Report cards simply tell us how we are doing. … I wonder what kind of marks our Prime Minister should get. 

Justin Trudeau has been at the helm throughout this whole pandemic, holed up in his home, the Rideau Cottage.

Three plus months is a long time to be living in a cottage!

I’m just thinking that my cottage is under 500 square feet. It’s fine for us because we spend a lot of time outside. But our Prime Minister only comes out once a day to give a press conference. Mind you, he does have to completely dress for it … which is something that should be noted. 

If he did these news sound bites via video, he would only have to put on the top half of his suit. He could be in boxers for all anyone would know.

And he has been faithful at coming out of his cottage every day. I’m thinking though that he must be getting good at COD (call of duty). 

On second thought, he would not be playing that game – way too much violence for him. He’s most likely more of a Mario Kart gamer. 

He’s probably rocking his Nintendo Wii.  

Though his cottage is not really a cottage, still it must be boring not venturing farther than just beyond his front porch to place his latest money offering before the public.

We don’t really know what he is doing, though he is asking the leaders of the world to pull together during this time. 

But he won’t even leave his property. He won’t even take the drive to show up at work. 

I go into the office every day, and there is no one else there. Trudeau could sit in the House of Commons and answer his own questions, from the echo off all the empty seats.

He’s doing that already with the news reporters. He controls our eager news force (who insist they give Canadians the real news) as to who can ask questions. That means our news agencies are reporting what the Prime Minister wants us to hear and not what we really need to know.

From his cottage, sprawled out on his couch, the Prime Minister is leading the country, making decisions without any challenges. 

Canada is the only G7 country that presently doesn’t have a functioning parliament. All these other countries are managing to have their governments meet. 

Justin likes it this way. He doesn’t have to answer any questions he hasn’t scripted. He only has to face friendly faces once a day. 

Our Prime Minister is doing as he pleases and cares less if he bankrupts our country as long as he gains political points among the globalists. 

Justin Trudeau has fallen into a perfect storm for himself. We all might be suffering through this pandemic but, for him, he couldn’t have asked for a better screenplay to act in. 

The report card for our leader should show a “F” for Fear in facing the opposition, “F” for Fake in creating his own news, and “F” for Failure in leading our country. 

Here’s the thing: There is not much we can do with our present leader other than to speak up more and to seek God who will lead us well. God is a leader who has no fear of opposition, He is all truth and He will lead your life with integrity. Trust Him.

That’s Life!

Paul 

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Face Masks May Become The New Fashion Statement

There is a time and a place for face masks, but some people haven’t figured out that place.

face masks may become the new fashion statement

… It’s crazy that I just wrote that sentence! Three months ago I would never have thought about writing about face masks.

But now, in the midst of COVID, face masks are even becoming fashionable. A whole cottage industry is rising up, making these accessories that used to be set aside for kids pretending to be cowboys or for biker gangs.

I know those masks look a little different, but apparently I may have to dig out a bandit scarf from our kids’ old tickle trunk if I want to go to Costco.

There have been times when I have worn a face mask and a couple of times when I wore a goalie mask. When I was doing some home construction I wore one because of all the dust and debris.  

There is a time and a place for face masks, but the other day I saw a whole lot of wrong places for these facial protective devices.

We were traveling from Kingston to Toronto on the highway, where we saw several people driving – some probably for hundreds of kilometres – wearing a mask … wait for it … ALONE in their vehicles! 

That’s right, they were protecting themselves from themselves.

It’s possible they had the coronavirus and they were making sure that they didn’t give it to themselves again. Maybe they thought they needed to filter the air that was circulating through the car, which happened to be the same air they were breathing into the car’s ventilation system.

I figure that wearing a mask for a long trip would get all hot and sweaty. They were probably incubating a new form of the virus or the next virus that will send us into a second wave of the pandemic. As soon as they open their car door at a gas station, the virus will be unlocked and spread to all those unsuspecting people innocently pumping gas into their tanks. 

Or that guy who was driving a van wearing a mask, can you imagine how many germs he would release into the atmosphere after being stored up for a few hours in that rolling container?

Now I’m not saying that people should not be wearing face masks. They’re fine if you are in a crowded area, or if you want to protect others. 

The bottom line is a face mask is appropriate when other people are around. 

If you are walking alone through a park – wait, can we do that yet? – you don’t need a mask.

If you’re outside suntanning in your backyard by yourself, you don’t need to wear a mask. But if you do, afterwards you’ll look like you have a permanent mask on your face.

During this time, there is a place for wearing a face mask. You just have to pick the right place to wear it. 

Here’s the thing: There is a time and a place for everything. But in this age of COVID, the time and place for things can become muddled. We can find ourselves doing things that we wouldn’t normally do during this time or place. For instance, with not having to get ready and go to church on Sundays, it would be easy to fill that time with something else. So, during this pandemic, make sure you keep a time and place for meeting with God and your church family.

That’s Life!

Paul

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Anticipation Is Making Me Late, And Keeping Me Waiting

Anticipation is a great motivator and will help you plow through something you don’t really want to do. 

Anticipation is making me late and keeping me waiting

Though sometimes anticipation can make time seem to go really fast because you are so focussed on it, usually anticipation makes time seem to go very slowly.

It all depends on what you have to do before you get to what you are anticipating.

As a kid, I remember Christmas morning being something I anticipated for weeks in advance. But let me tell you, Christmas Eve seemed to last forever, like time was standing still.

The word itself reminds me of a Carly Simon hit song from 1971. The chorus went like this: “Anticipation is making me late, it’s keeping me waiting.”

It’s like that for me today. 

I’m anticipating going for my first mountain bike ride of the year at my local mountain bike club. 

But before I get there, before I even make sure my tires are pumped and my gears are shifting smoothly, I have to get a few things done, including finishing writing this blog post. 

While I’m sitting in my family room, staring at my iPad, with a keyboard on my lap, I’m really visualizing the course out at the farm.

It looks so different depending on when you ride. Early in the spring when the leaves are still not fully developed, it is brighter and you can see more of the terrain around the path.

In a week or two, the leaves will provide shade to ride under and the path will appear to be all that is highlighted. 

Later in the fall, with brown leaves all around, it will be difficult to even see the path underneath.

With our new social isolation measures, there will be rules to follow, even though most of the time when I bike, though there are over 1000 members, I rarely come across other bikers. And when I do, it is only for a flash, as I glide past them or they whisk by me. 

As long as the trees can’t get COVID, I will be safe from potentially getting the virus on the mountain biking trails. It’s just getting to them that’s the issue. 

And the more I think about riding, the more I anticipate it and that is making me late, keeping me waiting.

As painful as it might be for me right now, if we never anticipated anything, we wouldn’t make plans. We wouldn’t get excited about what is coming up. We wouldn’t dream about what is to come. 

When I was a youth pastor and my junior high girls were anticipating a week at summer camp, or a weekend retreat, they would jump up and down wth big grins on their faces, saying things like, “just 6 more sleeps!”

Anticipation is a good thing. Sometimes we think it’s killing us but it really keeps us going. It motivates us like it is motivating me to finish writing this post.

Here’s the thing: I don’t think we anticipate being with God in heaven all that much. If we did we would have a very different outlook and response to the world around us. We would be less caught up in solving the issues of the day and more concerned with how to best leverage the present circumstances to bring about Christ’s return and our eternity in heaven. 

That’s Life!

Paul

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Isolation Is Good For Something; Not Sure What That Is

This Isolation is wreaking havoc on my efficiency and making me less productive. 

Isolation is good for something; not sure what that is

Probably most people and businesses in general are running at a lower efficiency than they normally do. I was talking with someone recently who said he thinks he’s operating at 70%.

It’s understandable. We are finding our way through a new set of rules and measures. Life is not what it was a few months ago before coronavirus.

I am in the same boat as most people, although, if anything, I should be more productive and working at a high efficiency. You see, I work best when it is quiet, and boy is it quiet at work!

I hear of people working from home and being on Zoom meetings where their three-year-old makes an appearance several times during the meeting … and the kid isn’t updating their dad or mom on the latest sales projection numbers.

I know some people are going nuts trying to get work done at home. 

I’m the opposite. I still go into the office, and I’m the only one there. It’s really quiet which should be perfect for me. 

I once had an assistant who loved to play music when he worked. He often would play it Friday mornings when I was trying to write my sermon. He would keep the sound low but he had a subwoofer in his office and all I would hear was boom .. boom . . . . . . . boom . . boom . . boom echoing through the wall between our offices.

I couldn’t concentrate at all.

It’s probably because of my ADD that I need quiet to focus, but the quiet isn’t even working these days. Anything can take my attention away from what I’m working on.  

In fact, the other day I stopped working on my sermon to pray. After a moment or two of prayer, I realized I had spotted a black squiggle mark on my desk and my mind went to some cleaner in the kitchen I had seen earlier. I almost stopped praying to go get that cleaner when I realized what I was doing and got back to praying. 

Maybe it is too quiet here at the church. Maybe I need a couple of three-year-olds messing with my mind and my patience. 

Wait … I’ve been there before, and no thanks; I’m not going back.  

But maybe it’s not my ADD. Maybe I’ve been going for too long without a break and I’m running out of steam. 

Come to think of it, it’s often around now that I remember my summer vacation is coming up and I start thinking that it can’t come fast enough. 

Maybe it’s that I would normally be a little more active by now. I would be mountain biking and golfing. I haven’t done any of that and I haven’t really been working out in my home gym either. 

It’s possible that it’s all these factors and the isolation has just created the perfect storm for them all to be working against me. 

Here’s the thing: This isolation can get you off your game with your time with God. Your schedule has changed; you don’t have the same routines as normal. You may have different demands placed on you. All these things can create that perfect storm that makes spending time with God more difficult. Let me encourage you to find some calm in that storm. Eke out some quiet waters where you can listen to the Lord for direction and guidance through a turbulent time. 

That’s Life!

Paul

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My Eyes Need A Fine-Tune Adjustment

I don’t think my eyes are as finely tuned as some other people’s.

My eyes need a fine-tune adjustment

Lately I’ve been working on some projects using saws, drills, screws and what not. 

I built a teleprompter using an old picture frame, plywood and an aluminum strip. I just made a rig for my teleprompter and camera to fit on a tripod stand. 

I also got the parts to make a jig for my router. I need to cut a groove in some 2x4s for the top of my fence. 

Now you need to know a few things about me. Woodworking and making things with my hands have never been things I am proficient at. In fact, there was a time when I was banned from using anything sharp … well, I was allowed to use a knife to cut my food. 

You see, I had had a couple of accidents. 

First, I was cutting off the bottom of a door. I did a few things wrong: I used the wrong saw and, instead of cutting the door while on a flat surface, I held it up with my hand. The saw slipped off the wood and the very toothy saw blade ripped into the base of my index finger. 

… Let’s just say we had to replace a few ceiling tiles that had red stains from when I flung my hand up. 

That was a trip to the hospital. Fortunately, I missed a tendon and still have full use of my finger.

About three months later, I was using a utility knife to cut a strip off some hard board. The knife slipped and sliced the same finger, only this time near the tip.  

That was another trip to emerg in order to stop the leakage.

Besides my issues of cutting myself with sharp objects, for some reason I can’t seem to get anything straight. My eyes are just a little off. I can get things close, but not perfect. 

When I am cutting things with a circular saw, my cuts go straight for the first part but end up veering slightly to the left or right. When I’m drilling a hole, I can’t seem to make a hole that isn’t on a slight angle. When I screw two pieces of wood together, they might not come together perfectly inline.

I’m not saying that my measuring is off. I think I just need my eyes adjusted. I’m usually close, but close isn’t good enough. 

It’s like my eyes need to be tuned a bit, brought into sharper focus. 

I’ve been watching YouTube videos, getting tips on making these projects and they look great on the screen. The carpenters seem so precise. They do it with ease. 

But when I go to make something, I’m off just a bit. My end result is not quite like the example. 

Now I’m about to make a jig, and I am going to have to drill about 32 holes, evenly spaced, around an 8×10 piece of plexiglass. What are the chances I will actually be able to drill in the middle of each of my markings? 

Here’s hoping. 

Here’s the thing: At times in your life, things don’t come together the way you would like them to. Even with all your trying, you can’t make it work out right. You are just not seeing the situation correctly and you need an eye adjustment. God will be your expert help to fine-tune what you don’t see correctly. Don’t live with something that isn’t quite right. Seek God for what you don’t see and let Him adjust your eyes to see clearly. 

That’s Life!

Paul 

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Hesitation Can Lead You To Disaster

They say that caution is a friend, but I just saw how hesitation can lead to great disaster.

Hesitation can lead you to disaster

Sometimes you miss out when you hesitate … 

When you get a hot tip regarding the stock market, if you snooze, you lose.

When a store has a one day sale on something you have really wanted, but you question whether it is the right time for you to purchase it, that little hesitation could cost you getting in on that sale. 

I’ve noticed when you want to walk across certain traffic intersections, if you don’t start walking right away, an orange hand sign starts flashing. Your hesitation on the walk sign could mean you spend the better part of a day just trying to get across the street. 

The other day my wife, Lily, and I were in our car heading down the street to an appointment. 

Up ahead a squirrel dashed out to cross the road as we kept moving towards it. The little rodent stopped about half way across the road and looked back at us. He could see our car was bearing down on him. 

He continued to cross but then hesitated and stopped. He started to dash back the way he came when we were almost upon him. He stopped again, then ran for the other side. 

It was such a close call that I looked in the rearview mirror to see if there was a dark splat on the road. 

Somehow – and to be honest, I don’t know how – he didn’t get run over. 

So the play-by-play went something like this: “Look a squirrel is running across the street; wait now he’s stopped. Okay, he’s going to keep going. No, he’s stopped again. Now he’s going back; but wait, he’s stopped again. He’s going to cross the street. Did we get him? I don’t see any marks.” 

I am sure, in that one afternoon, that squirrel went from being a young squirrel to being an old senior who no longer crosses the road without help. Years were taken off that wild little critter’s life in a flash. 

Both Lily and I could not believe we didn’t run him over. We must have missed him by inches, maybe even just a fraction of an inch. 

He would not have had any issues getting across the street if he had have just gone straight across. It was his hesitation that got him into trouble. 

And even his first hesitation may not have been that scary, but three times he stopped moving and considered going the other way. … The fast moving tires and the evil grin of the car’s grill probably had him in a complete panic. 

That squirrel was not the only one of his kind to find himself in that kind of a situation. Squirrels are notorious for their hesitation. 

That is why many of them live on the edge of disaster all the time. 

Here’s the thing: Hesitation is not our friend when we face temptation. When confronted with something that is enticing us into a poor decision, a sin of some kind, hesitation causes us to flirt with disaster. When temptation comes, don’t hesitate. Know the right course of action and take it immediately to avoid potential disaster.

That’s life!

Paul

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I’ve Just Witnessed A Modern-Day Miracle

The other day, right in my kitchen, I witnessed a miracle take place.

witnessed a modern-day miracle

I can’t say that I saw the transformation happen before my eyes but, without a doubt, a complete recovery took place that no one could deny.

It was a tulip that had died. I didn’t check its vital signs, but you could tell. It had been drooping for a day. I had actually tried to prop it up a bit so it matched the other tulip in the vase that was standing up straight. 

But by the next morning, the petals were curled and the stem was bent over the vase like a dead cowboy slumped over the back of a horse. It was kind of like a scene you’d see in an old western movie. 

Some might say it still had life in it, but I could tell this tulip was a goner. 

At very best it was only “mostly dead” … I picked that up from the movie, “The Princess Bride” where the hero was killed by the villain. His friends took him to Miracle Max to see if there was anything that could revive him. Miracle Max said there was one thing in his favour, that he was only mostly dead. 

But even Miracle Max didn’t think there was much hope for the hero. He sent them off with a pill and, as they waved goodbye to the hero’s friends, his wife asked him if he though it would work. Miracle Max simply said, “It would take a miracle.”

Well, that is what I witnessed in this tulip this morning. 

You could call it “all the way dead” or just “mostly dead” but this poor little purple tulip did not have a chance to revive outside of a miracle.

It was mid-morning when we noticed that the flower had gone the way of the flowers in the field – it was blown away. 

… That sounds like another reference to the old western gunslinger movies. 

There was nothing more we could do for this delicate, limp tulip. 

But then my wife recalled something. She had heard that if you put a penny in the water, the flower would come back to life. 

I didn’t believe this for a minute. I would have bet more than a penny on it not working. And unlike most people, I still have pennies … in a big container I use to collect coins in. 

Pennies themselves have been wiped off the face of the Canadian landscape. I may be the last bastion for them.

I went to my stash and got two pennies … because I didn’t think there was enough healing power in just one of the cheaply made little coins that have been discontinued. 

To our surprise, by lunch time that tulip was standing up straight as an arrow, and the shape of its petals looked remarkably like it was smiling at us. 

There you have it – it’s a miracle! 

Here’s the thing: The real miracle happens when a person, who has lived his life for himself, discovers that God loves him and sent His son, Jesus, to die for his sins. For that person to receive Jesus as his Saviour and then see the change in how he thinks, how he treats others, what he put his energy into and what he holds as important is an absolute miracle. No one could do that – only God, the great miracle worker. God has a miracle for you if you want it.

That’s Life!

Paul

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It Was The Longest Walk Of My Life

A couple of weeks ago I made the longest walk of my life, even though I didn’t break any distance records making it.

It was the longest walk of my life

It was still a long walk.

It was a walk that had greater meaning than pretty much any other walk I have ever taken.

… I remember after having a heart attack eight years ago, I went for walks with my wife, Lily. Those were important walks because I needed to exercise my heart without putting undue stress on it. During those walks I had to keep reminding Lily to slow down. She was always trying to pick up the pace.

When I play golf, I still like to stretch my legs on the golf course rather than ride in a cart. There is something about walking that is more meditative and relaxing. When you walk the course you take in more of the beauty and grandeur of the nature around you.

I’ve taken walks that were hurried because I needed to get somewhere fast and couldn’t run. 

And there were walks that have been filled with stress, knowing that at the end of my steps I had to do something or say something that was important.

But this walk – this longest walk – was longer and different than any of those other walks. 

I walked my daughter, Karlie, down the aisle of my church for her wedding. 

It was just a couple of weeks ago, and I think I’ve finally recovered. 

The walk itself started in the gym of the church and went through the foyer to the threshold of the sanctuary and then down the rows of pews to the front … where a young man and a pastor waited with smiling faces.

But that walk represented all the times I paced in our home, trying to rock my baby girl to sleep, and the walk with her in my arms as we quickly rushed to the hospital. 

That walk echoed the times I attended her plays and events, walked up and down a soccer field, walked into her public school, high school and university graduations.

As we made that march towards the altar, it was like this little baby in a bassinet grew with every stride to become this beautiful bride standing next to me at the end of our walk.

Our path to the front was filled with memories that have taken almost thirty-one years to walk. 

Mind you, I had to whisper, “slow down” to Karlie a few times. She takes after her mother in her walking. 

Even still, the walk back up the aisle at the end of the service was much quicker. It was a hurried walk as if to say, “let’s get going with the rest of our lives”. 

I’m convinced they make that father-daughter walk down the aisle extra slow so that at least the father can gather up all those years and treasure them in the moments before the biggest event of his daughter’s life … moments that this father will treasure forever.

Here’s the thing: There are many times when I want to rush through my time with God. I’d like to get on with my day. There are things that I need to attend to. I have pressures, interests and concerns that hurry my soul and urge me to keep it light and brief with the Lord. But God is like that father walking his daughter down the aisle, whispering, “Slow down. I have much to treasure and share with you. Let’s walk a little longer.”

That’s Life!

Paul

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I Flew For The First Time In Five Months

It’s been five months since I’ve been up in the air, but I finally flew the other day. Last year I flew right through the winter, but it’s more difficult to fly now. 

I flew for the first time in five months

… Oh no, I’m not talking about COVID-19 restrictions; I’m talking about flying my drone. 

A year ago I could take my drone up with few restrictions on the airspace I could fly in. Not this year. The restrictions are plenty, so choosing a place to fly my drone is difficult and requires going a good distance out of the city.

Along with all the restrictions, there are weather factors to consider in winter. The temperature can’t be too cold or the battery might freeze and my drone might fall out of the sky … not to mention my fingers might freeze off while holding the controller. 

I have experience with freezing fingers … playing pond hockey way past the time hypothermia starts to kick in. 

… Or being in the thick of a snowball fight, when the snow is really wet and your gloves have soaked through. You can’t stop or you will get pelted, but in those temperatures your hands become one with the snowball – frozen! 

But earlier this week I finally managed to take my drone out. It was perfect for a flight – well, somewhat. 

It had been a great day on the Saturday, but I wasn’t able to get out. Then Sunday it rained all day. The forecast for Monday was the same but turned out to be nice. So late in the day I decided to get out there. 

What I didn’t know was they had lifted the ban on using trails and walking paths. When I got to the spot I had planned for my flight, the parking lot was full of cars. 

The spot was an old railway line that has been converted into a walking, jogging, hiking, biking trail. I’ve been there before with maybe a car or two. Not this day. There were more cars than the parking area could hold.

I tried another spot farther up the trail. Same thing. It was like everyone decided, “Let’s go walking and biking today.” 

I did eventually find a place to park and I got my drone in the air. 

I wasn’t really interested in filming anything, and believe me there wasn’t much that was interesting to film at this spot. 

Everything is still brown; there is no colour. Other than evergreen trees, there aren’t even leaves on the trees.

I just wanted to get flying again, and practise some techniques so that when I get a chance to film something interesting I will be able to pull off the shot in a cool way only drones can capture.

Five months off of flying is a long time but, much like riding a bike, you don’t forget how to do it. 

I hope now that spring has sprung, it won’t be so long in between flights.

Here’s the thing: When was the last time you spent time with God or spent more than two minutes reading your Bible? How long has it been since you’ve been to church? Well, all it takes is some desire and inspiration to do it. Plan a time to meet with God; pick up your Bible and read; stream a church service … I know of a good one (Kingston Alliance Church on YouTube.com).

That’s Life!

Paul

Question: You have more free time right now – what are you doing with it? Leave your comments and questions below.