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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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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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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

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Out Of Routine And You’re Bound To Miss Something

When you’re out of routine, sometimes you forget what you’re missing.

out of routine and your bound to miss something

My Saturdays during the winter are all pretty much the same. They usually centre around three things: playing hockey, wings and watching hockey. 

So when I recently got out of routine, I didn’t even know what day it was.

… That can be a bit of a problem anyway when you’re retired. Every day of the week is like the weekend. But I do have various routines each day that give them some kind of distinction so they don’t all roll into one. 

When you’re working, you have clear separations in your days. There is morning pre-work routines, work and then evenings. I would often spice that up with some meetings or out of office work. And each day of the week I worked on some specific aspect of my sermon. Each day had some uniqueness to it. 

But you know that feeling when you’re about two weeks into vacation? Once you’ve spent an inordinate amount of time by the beach or pool, you can sometimes forget what day it is. 

Well, retirement can be like that unless you have some specific details to keep you focussed.

My Saturdays usually have those details. I start with some quiet time from about 5:45 to 6:45 am. Then I go to play hockey. After hockey I have breakfast and mull over the rest of my day. And sometime around noon I get the wings out of the freezer for dinner that night.

I may have a variety of things I do mid morning to late afternoon, but they vary from week to week. 

At about 5:30 pm I start to prepare the wings for the fryer. I have recently streamlined that process so it takes me about half the prep time that it used to. After they sit for a half hour, I get the deep fryer up to temperature. When it is ready, I drop the wings in for seven minutes.

Usually by then it’s pregame for Hockey Night in Canada. We all (Lily and I) gather around the TV and have wings while getting updates on the games, players and teams playing that night. 

Then it’s game time and I’m pretty much locked in for the evening. 

… Except for this past Saturday. 

To start, I didn’t play hockey in the morning, so that was weird in itself.

Then we had Lily’s whole family over for our Christmas get together. As the house filled up, I forgot what day it was. At one point in the evening my Bud light goal light sounded, indicating that the Toronto Maple Leafs had scored. 

Not only had I not been watching, I wasn’t aware they were playing, even though they play every Saturday night. There was also a World Junior game that I missed. 

After everyone had left and Lily and I were doing some clean up, I suddenly realized we hadn’t had wings.

The crazy thing was, I missed it and didn’t know it.

Here’s the thing: One day we will all find ourselves at the end of our lives. We will stand before God and it will be drastically out of our normal routine. For many of us, it won’t be expected; it will sneak up on us. God will ask, “Why should I let you into heaven?” I pray we all have the answer and that we didn’t miss it. … By the way, the answer to God’s question is, “I placed my faith in your Son, Jesus Christ for the forgiveness of my sins.”

That’s Life!

Paul

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Out Of Season? . . . Not Any More!

Getting in on something that is out of season is a real bonus, isn’t it? 

out of season? ... not any more!

Our modern harvesting, preserving and packaging technologies make it possible to enjoy many things that are out of season. 

I have half a grapefruit every morning and, though grapefruit is a summer fruit, I can enjoy them all year long … because somewhere in the world it’s summer. 

For the first part of the year the grapefruit arrive from Israel, big and juicy. In the fall, and until the new year, they come from South Africa, not as big, but with every bit of flavour. 

Years ago there were times of the year you couldn’t get certain fruits. Oranges arrived in winter, strawberries were in June, and apples came in the fall. Outside those times you really didn’t eat those fruits. In fact, there was anticipation for fruit of the season to come.

But now most fruits are available year round. 

One of my favourite fruits is the raspberry. Growing up we had a large raspberry patch in our backyard. We had so many that my mom would make a few raspberry pies every summer as well as often dish them up in a bowl for dessert.

But by August the raspberries were gone and finished for the season. We would not have them again until the next summer.

At my present home we have a raspberry patch in our backyard that never fails to produce raspberries each year … that is until they are out of season. 

And then if I want them I have to purchase them at the grocery store, usually at a premium price.

My one regret about summer vacation is that it comes around that same time our raspberries ripen. So we usually get a week of raspberries and then they die on the bushes while we are away. By the time we get back from vacation the raspberries are finished, out of season. 

Every year I’ve missed out on much of my precious fruit. 

But this year has been different.

With the summer-like weather this fall, my raspberry patch is producing again. And the great thing is I’m home and can enjoy these berries of the gods. … Apparently there is such a thing as fall producing raspberry bushes and we have some mixed into our patch in the corner of the yard. 

It’s now the end of October and I’m still eating delicious raspberries from my own backyard. I’m enjoying fresh berries even though normally they would be out of season by now. My wife has even frozen some so that I will be able to enjoy them in the middle of winter.

This year the weather has kept what is normally out of season, still flourishing. Lucky me!

Here’s the thing: We all want to enjoy the fruit that is in season. But sometimes that fruit comes at a time we don’t expect. If we are not ready, we will miss it. We don’t know when Christ is going to return, so we need to be ready for it, whether it seems like it will be in season and close at hand, or out of season and far off.

That’s Life!

Paul

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Write It Down – Words To Live By

Have you ever said to yourself, “I should write it down”, but then never did? 

write it down - words to live by

What generally happens is that thought, idea, or action disappears from your memory. 

It happens to me regularly.

I keep telling myself that I need to “write it down” but so often I don’t. In fact I had an idea for a post a few weeks ago and thought I should write it down. I didn’t.

This morning when I sat down to finally get at it, all I could remember was that I had had a great idea for a blog post. I had no recollection of what that idea was.

So I sat with my iPad in front of me recalling my activities over the last few weeks. No lightbulb moment came to me. The only blog idea I have right now is to “write it down”.

It’s not like I have a bad memory, it’s just that I have had so many other thoughts and experiences that have taken place since I first thought of that killer post idea. By now the memory of that idea has been crowded out. 

I’ve done the same thing with login passwords. I have had to come up with a password for something I’ve registered for, but instead of writing that password down on my list, I just tried to remember it for a while … or I wrote the pass code on a scrap piece of paper so I could enter it in my list later. 

But later becomes days, maybe weeks, and I’ve either forgotten where that scrap of paper was or it got thrown out after a while. 

I’d like to tell a story of a spectacular idea I had and how I forgot all about it. If I had remembered it, I would be busy typing about it right now instead of rambling on about not writing down my ideas.

Writing ideas down is not laborious. I have a notes app on my phone that’s always in my pocket. I could easily text a line or two about an idea and it’s preserved.

But doing that would require me to feel at risk of losing my idea in the sea of other thoughts that flood my brain each day.

Instead, I think my thought is so shiny and bright that I will never forget it.

Which reminds me of when I was a kid. In the spring I would float a twig down the river that formed in the ditch on the way home from school. I had no trouble knowing which twig I had put into the flow … until it went into a culvert and I would wait for it to come out the other end. 

Sometimes I would wait and wait and then give up waiting, not really remembering what it looked like or presuming it got stuck inside the culvert and never came out.

At any rate, the twig was gone just like my idea.

Here’s the thing: There are times when you have an experience that could only be from the hand of God. Write it down because, in time, if you don’t, you won’t remember what God has done for you. Then you won’t be able to reflect on it and continue to benefit from His work.

That’s Life!

Paul

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