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When Someone Is Present It Is Always Special

It makes a big difference in how you feel just knowing someone is present.

when someone is present it is always special

For the last week, my wife has been away and I’ve been on my own.

Lily said she was going to worry about me, but her biggest worry was whether I would eat all my meals at fast food restaurants. Her plan was to stock the freezer with as many meals as she could cook up beforehand.

The day before she left we were talking in the kitchen before dinner. When she checked on the food in the oven I was surprised to see she had two trays of meat cooking in there. 

I asked, “What’s all that for?” and her reply was that she was preparing it all for me to eat while she was away. 

You’d think that was a great sacrifice for her to do that for me. Really her motive was to hopefully keep me from spending money at McDonald’s, Swiss Chalet or my favourite wing place. 

Well, I did eat all the meals she froze for me, but I also ate my share of restaurant food too. 

During the week on my own, I noticed a couple of things.

I certainly had time to do things on my own, what I wanted to do … things just for me. 

But I found that my life has a number of built-in responsibilities, so I didn’t have all that much discretionary time on my hands.

If I wanted to watch a movie at night, I really could choose the movie of my liking. I didn’t have to consider what Lily might like to watch.

But I had a couple of meetings that happened to be in the evenings and I worked late a couple of other nights. That didn’t leave me with many nights I could sit down with a good action flick of my choosing. 

I also found myself doing things that I might not have done if Lily had have been home. Like the night I decided to open my computer after dinner and spend a little time finishing up what I had been working on during the day.

I guess I just had the freedom to do what I wanted to do, when I wanted to do it, no questions asked.

But I noticed something else about the week. It was quiet in the house. 

Other than a little tinnitus ringing in my ears, there were no other sounds. There were no sounds of a chair moving in the other room. There was no sound of footsteps on the hardwood upstairs.

The house was very quiet; you could hear every click that the clocks were making. 

I realized then that there is a feeling you have when you know there is someone close by. You don’t have to be in the same room; you don’t have to have a conversation. There is something special about having someone present in the same house.

Here’s the thing: We often think of God having a thunderous voice, possibly a harsh voice. But when He wanted to talk to one prophet, He talked to him in a whisper. It’s not easy to catch what God might be saying to you through scripture or while you are praying. You really have to pay attention and listen carefully. It’s like He whispers to you. The reason God speaks in whispers is because He is close by. God is near you. And it is special having someone present with you all the time. 

That’s Life!

Paul

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A Tale Of Two Cities … Or Something Like That

Today I have a tale of two cities. Well, that book has already been written so mine is a tale of two arenas.

A tale of two cities ... or something like that

In the book, the story is played out in the two cities of Paris and London. In my tale, there are also two cities but, to be fair, one is a city and the other is a town. … Just the same, the story plays out in these two places.

That is the only similarity between my tale and the well-known Dickens’ novel, but there is an equal amount of intrigue and mystery to figure out. 

I live in the city of Kingston – an old city by Canadian standards. It was even going to be the capital city of Canada until the Queen of England stepped in and declared Ottawa the capital … there’s some drama right there. 

I’ve been playing hockey in my city for 24 years at a number of arenas, with largely the same group of guys. We played at noon several times a week, for one hour and twenty minutes.

Since COVID, things have changed dramatically. 

There is now only a couple of arenas open; several others don’t even have ice in them.

I’ve written about having to come to the arena dressed to play (you can read about that here). I’ve basically been putting on the majority of my equipment in the rink parking lot. And as the temperatures drop, this will get more and more uncomfortable. 

But recently some of the guys I’ve played hockey with over the years started playing in a town just down the road. It’s literally 20 minutes from where I live. 

At the arena in that town – Napanee – you can get dressed in the change rooms and you can even leave your equipment bag there. You can even take a shower after you finish playing. 

You still have to where a mask before and after hockey, and you do have to clear the dressing room 15 minutes after the game.

Two cities: 20 minutes apart – different rules. 

In my town, we can’t even leave an equipment bag in the dressing room while we play. We have to take everything to the bench. 

You might think that these two different cities make their own decisions, but both places are within the same health unit. And right now it’s the health units that call the shots on what can and cannot be done for the health and safety of its citizens.

One town looks at the rules and guidelines laid down by the health unit and has determined how they can abide by the rules, yet still make it viable for people who want to play hockey. 

The other city looks at the same rules and guidelines and determines how uncomfortable they can make it for people to play hockey. 

Guess where I’m playing hockey these days?

Here’s the thing: We all live under rules in this life. We can either interpret them our own way or follow how God has set them out for us. Either way we get to live life here on earth. But just like putting hockey equipment on in the parking lot will become unbearable as the weather gets colder, there will come a time when following your own interpretation of life’s rules will become unbearable. Don’t wait until then to follow God because that option won’t always be available. Choose to follow Christ now. 

That’s Life!

Paul

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Closing Up Shop Is Never A Pleasant Experience

Closing up shop is usually an unpleasant experience for me, although sometimes it isn’t as unpleasant as other times.

closing up shop is never a pleasant experience

When you close something down, there is always a process you go through. 

When I leave the office at the end of the day, I shut down my computer, pack it up, turn off lights, lock doors and make sure the alarm code is set.

Some people have a closing up shop routine when they go to bed at night. You know you make sure the lights are off and the doors are locked. If they have kids in the home, they take a quick peak to check that they are sleeping soundly.

The worse case scenario for closing up shop is when a company is going out of business. When it is winding down its operation. Every step of that process is unpleasant.

Every time we leave our cottage, we have a closing up shop check list.

We go through the list of things that need to be checked off so that we can leave the place safe and secure until we return. 

 We don’t want to leave the refrigerator on if we are not going to come back to the cottage for a month. And it’s important to make sure we’ve locked the shed before we go so no one has access to it.

Closing up shop takes time to complete, but it’s necessary. 

The closing up shop routine that I dislike more than any other is when we leave our cottage for the last time before winter. I dislike it more because there is more to do. It’s a bit like a final closing up shop. It will be five to six months before we come back so it has to be done right. 

One of the things we do to close the cottage up – the last thing before we lock the doors – is to blow out the lines. Water can do a lot of damage if it’s trapped in the lines and then freezes. 

We use an air compressor to push air through all the hot and cold water lines. It flushes the whole system of water so there is nothing to freeze. 

I wish this was a quick process, but with our unusual set up, it takes time. Our system doesn’t have a hot water tank bypass, so as we blow out all the lines, the hot water tank gets flushed as well … and that takes time.  

So as we close up shop, and check off everything on the list, the one thing I’m not looking forward to is blowing out the lines … because once that is done, it really settles in that we won’t be back for a very long time. 

Here’s the thing: It’s nice to keep things open. Closing up shop is unpleasant; there is some finality to it, even if it is temporary. At this particular time, when some people are not attending church because of COVID, be careful not to close up shop on church. It’s not usually a simple decision but a process where you slowly check things off you are done with until finally it’s a done deal. Keep actively participating in church and ministries in person or online. Don’t close up shop.

That’s Life!

Paul

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It’s Too Quiet For My Own Good

Is it possible for an environment to be too quiet to be helpful?

It's too quiet for my own good

I asked myself this question the other day because I’ve been working alone now for about seven months. I’m wondering if I’m too alone.

Some people like noise and can focus and concentrate even when they are surrounded by all kinds of sounds and activities. For me, that just wreaks havoc with my ADD. With every little sound, voice or music – especially music – I turn to look.

I’ve tried working in a coffee shop. There is something about the general noise level that makes any specific sound indistinguishable … but I still get distracted. 

I work best when there is no noise, nothing to distract me from what I’m working on.

With even the faintest sound of instruments or base beat, I find myself tapping my feet and getting lost in the melody or rhythm. 

So when COVID shut our office down, it was the perfect place for me to go to study. 

There were no taps on the door, no chatter in the foyer, no whirl of machines. It was silent. 

I liked it … at least for a while. 

Now I’m not so sure I like it being as quiet as it is. Even a mouse might be a welcomed sound.

I know that I still need things quiet when I study, but when the quiet goes on for too long, it can become a discouragement. 

Maybe there is a sense of quiet loneliness that creates a want for something, someone, anything to break the silence for a little while. 

The silence is so dominant that it has actually reversed its appeal. 

If the only thing you can hear is your own tinnitus, it’s too quiet.

I know that some people put on white noise to go to sleep … maybe I need some white noise in my day. 

I could turn on a fan in another room and let it oscillate back and forth. I’m just afraid that after an hour of that I might find myself trying to guess when the fan is moving from left to right or right to left. 

I once had an assistant in the office beside mine who studied best with music on in the background. That used to drive me nuts. 

I got him to turn it down when I studied, but he had a subwoofer that I swear sounded like it was touching the wall between us. All I could think of was boom … boom boom … boom … boom boom. 

I sometimes went to another room to study because I couldn’t concentrate.

I don’t want that noise, but maybe if I just knew there was some activity in the building it would be enough to give me a sense of being around others. 

I’m not sure what the answer is, but I’m going to have to start trying something.

Here’s the thing: Sometimes our quiet time can be so silent that we don’t hear from God.  You’ve probably experienced that at some point. You read the Bible, you pray and when you get up, there has only been a one-sided exchange of thoughts and words. It might not be that it is too quiet, it might be that you have not quieted your mind and heart enough to be able to receive anything from God. Find the right balance of quiet by clearing your mind of your agenda and purposefully listening for a respond or quiet impression that enters your senses. Once you’ve experienced it, you will want to create that kind of quiet every day. Listen for the Lord.

That’s Life!

Paul

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Underwhelmed Is All I Can Say About It

We were a little underwhelmed, to say the least, with our most recent meal.

underwhelmed is all I can say about it

It was a beautiful, warm, sunny Sunday afternoon near the end of September and my wife, Lily, and I were considering what we were going to eat for lunch. 

We thought we would pick something up on our way home from church.  

We didn’t know what we wanted to eat but found ourselves headed in the direction of an old standby. I’m not really sure how or why we were going in that direction. “It must have been the wind that pushed us that way” to quote a line from an old song I’ve heard.

We were kind of resigned to getting a familiar – maybe too familiar – meal when I suggested a close by alternative.

We had not had Chinese food for quite some time. 

There is a little Chinese restaurant at Sauble Beach where we vacation. We usually eat there a few times each summer, but this year it stayed closed for the season. 

… Maybe we felt like we needed a treat that we’d missed out on over the last few months.

The one problem with this idea (that was growing on us minute by minute) was that Chinese takeout food is not the quickest … and we were already pretty hungry. 

Thankfully, the problem never arose as we were informed our order would only take fifteen minutes. 

This meal was building some serious anticipation.

I remember when I was a youth pastor and we would plan a retreat. As we got closer to that weekend, the junior high girls especially would count down the days. With smiles and giggles they would announce, “Just five more sleeps!” They could hardly wait.

I remember listening to my kids scheme and plan with excitement what they would do on our upcoming vacations. 

Oh, and the anticipation I have every year before my birthday as I await diving into my special birthday cake that Lily makes fo me.

As we collected our takeout package of Chinese food we were full of anticipation. 

The short drive home seemed to take longer than usual … probably because the aroma of the food wafting through the bag was like the sound of Pavlov ringing a bell in our heads.

We got right to work when we arrived home. We had the plates out and the containers opened in a matter of seconds.

But that is when we were underwhelmed.  

Almost from the first bite there was a lack of taste. With every dish it was the same blandness that greeted our tongues.

It wasn’t a matter of building this meal up to an expectation that it could never meet. We both agreed that this meal was an utter disappointment. 

This food would have underwhelmed anyone. We should have gone with our old standby.

Here’s the thing: In our lifetime, there are many things that come along that grab our attention and spark interest and anticipation. However, few of those things in life will live up to the anticipation. Once we have that thing or experience, we look for the next thing, something better. We want to repeat it. We will eventually be underwhelmed but it. However, God satisfies. He doesn’t leave you underwhelmed. He surprises you with blessings, takes you down new adventures, promises a future that is amazing and everlasting. Let God grab your attention and anticipation. 

That’s Life!

Paul

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Dinner Out Is Getting More And More Complicated

Going out for dinner is more complicated these days, but it’s always complicated for my wife and I.

dinner out is getting more and more complicated

With COVID, some restaurants have decided to keep their doors shut. Some only have take out or patio service available … which was okay until now when the temperatures have started to drop in the evenings. Having dinner on a patio might be rather chilly. 

Some restaurants have a limited menu so you might go there with a hankering and end up being disappointed because the chef wasn’t feel’n your favourite dish.

I even read somewhere that those who eat in restaurants have a higher risk of contracting COVID. I have no idea if that is true or not, but I heard it. 

So these days there’s lots to consider when going out for dinner. You have to weigh all the options … or lack thereof. 

You might think it would be nice to eat out, and even get kind of psyched to go out. But by the time you have looked at where you can go and what is available, you are almost ready to break out the peanut butter and jelly and call Yogi over.

I haven’t even mentioned that at most restaurants seating is a little more limited. Even if you could make a decision, you might not be able to get in or the wait time might be prohibitive.

If right about now you are thinking, “You’re right, Paul; it is a lot of effort to go out for dinner,” well, let me tell you, that is nothing. 

On top of all these barriers to going out for dinner during this current season, my wife and I have a whole other series of complications we need to hurdle over to get that meal out at a restaurant.

You see, Lily is allergic to seafood and fish. And I’m not just talking about getting a runny nose and sneezing from eating it. All that would do is alarm people, thinking she had COVID. 

No, Lily’s allergic reaction is anaphylactic … I know, you got hypnotized trying to sound that word out, didn’t you?

The bottom line with her allergy is that her throat closes up and she can’t breathe. She does always carry an epipen with epinephrine with her to counteract an allergic reaction, but it is an injection so it’s not something you are going to take just in case. … If she ever had to use it, we could add an extra hundred dollars to the food bill, so the food would have to be worth it. 

With this fish allergy, she has to be careful of cross contamination. She can’t have the fries if they cook fish in the same oil. It also seems that more and more restaurants serve a fair bit of fish, and they cook it using the same grills, pans or fryers.

So going out for dinner, for most of you at this time, is a breeze compared to what we have to contend with. 

Oh wait … I think we found a restaurant we can go to tonight.

Here’s the thing: You will make all kinds of considerations for someone you love to find a way to do something you really want to do. Because of what Christ did for you on the cross, you should know how much God loves you. So when God shows us something He wants us to do or stop doing, we should do all we can to make it happen. We should be willing to make the adjustments because we love Him.

That’s Life!

Paul

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It’s In The Books And It Was Different

Well, my first hockey game of the season is now officially in the books. 

It's In the books and it was different

…I probably wouldn’t have commented on it – there was nothing stellar about the game – but what led up to the on-ice time and afterwards is worth making some observations on.

For most of my life, hockey has been part of the changing of seasons in the fall. 

I start by putting away the golf clubs, while biking begins to peter out. There are just more bad weather days than good ones for these outside sports. 

Hockey starts to become my main sporting activity and usually near the end of September I get my first taste of the new season.

This year not only did I get my first taste, it came in a new flavour.

With COVID comes new rules and restrictions. Some are not so good; some are a little uncomfortable. 

Besides the predictable rules of having to sign in and wear masks until we put our helmets on, we could only show up fifteen minutes before our game, could only use the dressing rooms to lace up our skates, and were not allowed to leave anything in the dressing rooms. 

… When I describe it like that, it sounds easy – except it means we now have to come into the rink dressed for the game … like we did when we were seven years old! 

I had visions of being wedged in my car between the seat and the steering wheel and not making it to my game in time! 

The reality though is that we are now dressing in the parking lot. 

I showed up with my hockey undergarments on and a pair of sweats. With the back hatch of my car opened like a locker, I stood in the parking lot and put on my shin pads, pants, elbow pads and sweater. 

The important note here is you want to make sure your jock shorts are in good shape and that you are not wearing ones that you’ve had for ten years and have become a little holely, if you know what I mean.

That would not be a pretty show. 

Walking into the arena carrying my stick, with skates, gloves and helmet all in a bag was painless. … I had contemplated the skates and helmet skewered on my stick like a shish kebab look but decided to put them all in a gym bag instead. It was definitely the way to go. 

Another downside was with the regulations to prepare for the next group, we had to get off the ice as soon as our hour was up; there was no extra time.

On the upside, with not being able to change in the dressing room or use the showers, I found I was out of the rink in record time. 

When it was all said and done, this is going to take a little getting used to. … And I can hardly wait until my new outdoor locker room is sub-zero temperatures!

Here’s the thing: In some cases, we are making big changes because of COVID. We want to do certain things, so we are willing to make the necessary changes. What big changes are you willing to make for God? When you are confronted with something in your life that does not please God, are you willing to make changes because you care about pleasing Him with your life? Let’s be as willing to change for God as we are to make changes for other things we view as important. 

That’s Life!

Paul

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Go Is The Action That We Might Never Get To

We know the phrase, “Ready, set, go”, but recently I came up with a variation of that phrase: “Ready, set, stop”.

go is the action that we might never get to

When you read that, it doesn’t seem to make any sense. It’s like waving at someone to come over to you but telling them to stay where they are. 

Why would anyone give mixed signals like that? It’s crazy.

But my actions recently proved that this statement and this kind of action is not only possible, it happens.

I remember when our kids were babies and we had plans to go out. We would decide where to go and get ready. And just when we were about to leave the house, it would be feeding time for one of them. That would momentarily put the brakes on our plans, and sometimes it was enough to cancel the trip altogether. 

There is a construction site I pass by every day on my way to work. Years ago there was a motel on that site, but it was bulldozed. A company purchased the land and put up a sign that a fancy boutique hotel was going to be built on the site.

I kind of got excited to see what this boutique motel would look like. I was all ready for them to build it … then nothing happened. 

One year went by and the only thing on the site was the sign. The next year the sign disappeared. 

A few years later, someone built two stores on the lot. Then footings for what might be a motel appeared … but then nothing. 

Now about three or four years later a building is starting to go up. 

I’m just waiting for them to stop again. 

Recently, we were looking at putting some insulation around our windows to cut down on drafts in the winter. I looked at some YouTube videos and kind of got excited about the project. 

If it has anything to do with home maintenance or improvement, Lily is all for it. So I said I would really need to buy a nailing gun to do the job quickly and neatly. 

She was sold on it. And I got even more into the project with the idea of getting a new tool. 

Off I went to purchase all the items we would need to get the work done. 

It was “Ready, set” … and then I looked at the trim around the windows and I wasn’t sure how easily that trim would come off. 

We don’t want to have to repaint the walls. 

As I looked at the first window, I was ready, and all set, but instead of going, I stopped. I didn’t want to make a mistake taking that trim off and so, instead of exploding out of the blocks, I just stopped. 

Well, maybe today will be the day. I’m going to start in a room that needs a new paint job, so if I make a mess of the paint around the windows, it won’t matter. 

Today it’s “Ready, set, go!”

Here’s the thing: We can be ready to do something God is calling us to do, or we can even come to the place where we want to put our faith in Him. But it’s all for nothing unless we do the next step and go. We can be “ready, set” but if we stop, it’s no different than if we never did anything. Go for it and go for God.

That’s Life!

Paul

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The Ridiculous May Make Sense After All

What seems ridiculous when you first encounter it may make sense when you investigate more deeply.

the ridiculous may make sense after all

Have you ever been half awake in bed, with the sun just starting to create shadows in your room? You look at something across the room through half closed, blurry eyes, but you can’t figure it out. It looks like a box with the lid opened slightly and some papers sticking out of it. 

You know that there was no box in your room when you went to bed. It’s ridiculous to think that there is a box there, but you’re fascinated because it looks so real. 

As you start to rub your eyes and raise your head off the pillow, you begin to see what is really there beside the closet door.

It’s just the shirt that you left on the floor. Yet the way it was arranged, mixed with the shadows and your blurry, skewed vision, it really looked like something completely different. 

Sometimes those scenarios take so much thought and energy that you flop your head back on your pillow and hit the snooze button as you mutter under your breath, “Well, that mystery is solved.”

Today I was looking at a Dr Pepper sign I have in our basement when I noticed something. There was a clock-shaped figure on it with just three numbers. The hands on this clock were pointing to three numbers: 10, 2, 4.  

At first I wondered, “This is ridiculous. Why would they just mark three numbers on the clock and why those three numbers?” 

But then I remembered I also have a Dr Pepper clock in my workout room and there are only three numbers on that clock. I wondered if they were the same three numbers. 

I checked and, sure enough, the clock has only three numbers and they are 10, 2 and 4. And on the clock, just to make it more ridiculous, the four is at the bottom of the clock where the six is supposed to be. 

As ridiculous as this seemed, I thought there has to be a reason, some explanation for all this. 

I investigated further and found out a few things about my favourite beverage: First, it’s the oldest soft drink in America. Second, it was created in Waco, Texas which explains why it is so popular in that state.

But what about my mystery? 

Well, it turns out that research back in the 1920’s and 30’s discovered that sugar gave people energy and that most people have a natural dip in energy at 10:30, 2:30 and 4:30. 

So Dr Pepper came up with a campaign to encourage people to drink Dr. Pepper at 10, 2, and 4.

My mystery was solved. What once seemed to be ridiculous actually had some reasoning and purpose behind it.

This topic has got me thirsty. I think I could go for a Dr. Pepper right now.

Here’s the thing: Over the years, there have been many things in the Bible that experts had deemed ridiculous. But each time the Bible has proved to be true. For example, some cities mentioned in the Bible, that experts said never existed, have been discovered by archeologists. The Bible says that in the end times people will be given a mark, and you won’t be able to buy or sell without it. That seemed far-fetched a couple of thousand years ago. But at this particular time with a global longing for a world wide vaccination, or not allowing people to travel without having that vaccine, the idea of a universal mark doesn’t seem ridiculous any more.

That’s Life!

Paul

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When Old Guys and Winnebagos Describe Your Life

There are images that come to mind when we hear certain words put together, like “old guys” and “Winnebagos”.

When old guys and Winnebagos describe your life

Those three words together cause us to play one of several scenes in our minds.

There was a time that I would always look to see who was driving those big, huge motor homes … 99% of the time it was an old guy. 

Now, some people would call me an old guy, but when I say “old guy” I’m not talking about someone who has adult children. I’m talking about someone who has adult children who have adult children.

In the past, the old guys driving those big, huge buses-turned-into-luxury-hotels-on-wheels were in the age range of about 80. 

It may have been that I was younger then and anyone over about 55 looked like they were 80+ to me, but I always questioned whether they should be the ones driving those big rigs, whether they should, you know, give the job to their grandsons, who were probably about 40 and could easily handle those machines.

Now-a-days you see younger people driving the big Winnebago-style vacation homes, but they are not driving grandpa’s; they have their own. 

When someone reaches 80, they have to take a driver’s test every year. This qualifies them, and assures the MTO, that they will still be safe behind the wheel.

But the MTO workers are probably thinking cars, not tour buses.

There should be a whole other set of tests for an old guy driving a fast-moving train down Highway 401 at 102 km.

… Which reminds me of another image that comes to mind when I think of old guys and Winnebagos. They are always towing a car behind the massive boat they are captaining down the interstate. The motor home is big enough, but adding a trailer just makes it that much more of a site. 

Well, I now have a new image of old guys and Winnebagos and this really was a Winnebago. 

I was looking out the windows at the cottage and one of those buses turned at the corner in front of us. 

He cut the corner way too hard, almost ran over our cedar shrub, and took out a garden moonray light. He also ran over some landscape ties that we have edging our driveway. 

His tires went over the end of the ties creating a teeter-totter effect, flipping the landscape ties out of the ground and snapping them in two places.

The best part was he just kept going like nothing happened! 

It turns out, ya, you guessed it, it was an old guy driving the rig – and not just a 55-year-old old guy. This fellow was way over 80.  

We did catch up to him and he seemed oblivious to what he had just done. He said he only takes the rig out about once a year. 

… Maybe once a year too many.

My hope is that he doesn’t leave the park the same way he came in! 

Here’s the thing: When you give your life to Christ, you essentially let Him drive your life. But over time you can find that you are back behind the wheel. Eventually when you cut a turn too sharp, or run something over, you realize you shouldn’t be driving the bus. Well, if that’s you right now, it’s time to give the keys back to God and let Him drive your life. Do it today.

That’s Life!

Paul

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