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Doing Stuff You Don’t Like Doing

Where do you sit on doing stuff you don’t like to do? Are you one of those people who takes it on as a challenge or a duty? Or are you one of those people who will, if possible, do anything other than the stuff you don’t like doing?

Doing stuff you don't like doing

For some things, I often fall into the second category. If I can I will avoid things I don’t like to do and for as long as I can.

When I was young we had a huge back yard and my brother and I would take turns cutting it. I didn’t like cutting the back yard because it took an hour and a half. And when you are thirteen, an hour and a half is like an eternity! It was precious time I would never get back. 

Well, I would put off cutting the lawn until I almost needed a swather to come cut it. I always hoped that a farmer would look at our lawn and bring his combine over and make hay bales out of the grass. 

The thing about leaving something you don’t like doing is that the delay often makes it worse. You will eventually have to do it but it’ll be harder to do when you finally get to it. 

I sometimes will look for excuses to not do the stuff I don’t want to do … like a baseball pitcher with a hang nail who misses his start in the rotation and has to go on the DL. 

Put a little crazy glue on that hang nail and get out there and throw some strikes! 

Meanwhile in the NHL playoffs this past week, a player had a skate jammed up under his visor just missing his eye. He went to the dressing room, got 74 stitches in his forehead and around his eye, missed about thirty minutes of the game while the doctor worked on him, and then came back to play the rest of the game. 

He gave no excuses … and probably makes $10 million less a year than the pitcher with the hang nail. 

And then there was me the other day. 

I hate raking the lawn the first time in the spring. I will avoid it and flat out say, “No, I’m not doing it.” But now I’m retired and have some time on my hands. 

It’s definitely one of those things I don’t like doing. But I decided rather than putting off doing stuff I don’t like doing, I would get’er done.

So I got the rake out, put some gloves on and started raking. Five minutes in, my rake broke. 

That was my excuse; it was perfect.

But I hopped in my car and went and bought a new rake. Then I got right back to it.

Three rakes in, the handle came off. 

I was almost ready to call it quits and give in to my desire not to rake. Instead I took that rake downstairs and drove a nail through the rake and the handle. 

No excuses! I raked the lawn. … We’ll see about next year.

Here’s the thing: We can get into patterns or habits around our relationship with God. Circumstances often bring about those patterns or habits. One of those patterns I observed since coming out of lockdowns is people not going to church. It’s too easy to sleep in on Sunday morning or to watch church online … or to get to where church fits into the category of not doing stuff you don’t like doing. It’s not easy to break the pattern or change that attitude, but get up and get back to going to church. You will be more engaged in your faith and an encouragement to others who attend.

That’s Life!

Paul

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Don’t Waste What You Really Want

There’s an old saying, “waste not, want not”. Well, sometimes we waste what we want or waste an opportunity that comes along. 

Don't waste what you really want

I was with a friend recently who is going through the process of looking for a new home. He told me he had seen a place that had everything he needed, but because he didn’t jump on it soon enough, he didn’t get it. 

I know it still bugs him because he talks about that place like the one that got away. He probably looks back on it like a wasted opportunity.

We have all wasted something we really wanted. 

… Like that ice cream cone that you were three licks into when it dropped on the ground. 

You were so into that cone that you used about 30 more pounds of press with your tongue when you took the next lick. And that did it. The ice cream toppled right off the cone like someone had put little tiny explosive charges around it and then hit the detonator. 

Boom! You are left looking down longingly at the scoops of ice cream covered in grit and sand. 

What a waste. 

The other week I told you that I’m a bread maker now. I baked my first loaf of bread and it turned out amazing (read about it here). The bread was great tasting, but I don’t eat bread every day. 

I have a regular breakfast routine Tuesday to Friday and it includes a half a grapefruit and a small bowl of hot oat bran cereal. It’s a pretty boring meal. 

But on the weekends, I treat myself. A half a grapefruit is still on the menu but, instead of the oat bran, I have toast. I usually have one piece with just butter on it and a second piece with peanut butter on it.  

I really look forward to those breakfast meals on Saturday and Monday mornings. Sunday I have my regular weekday breakfast – just a throwback to when I was pastoring.

I had made that first loaf of bread Saturday morning and I was pumped – not because of the breakfast but because I’d made the bread myself. 

On Monday I had toast again. It was all good. Then I went back to my regular weekday breakfast and forgot about the bread I’d made. 

It sat Tuesday through Thursday in the bread container on the counter. On Friday Lily looked at the bread and noticed it had lots of mould on it. 

Just as I was getting to the weekend to have bread again, it was no longer good. 

I had wasted what I wanted. 

Monday I should have sliced the rest of that loaf up and put it in the freezer. Through my neglect, what I wanted so much I had actually wasted. 

I guess a new loaf is in order for this weekend.

Here’s the thing: No matter who we are, we all want peace and hope and love. We look for these three things in many places. We look for peace, hope and love in people, in things and in experiences. Sometimes it works out and we get one or more for a time. But a guaranteed place to find them is in God. God offers us peace, hope and love through Jesus Christ His Son. Don’t waste the opportunity to get hold of what you really want. 

That’s Life!

Paul

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Bread Is Not Just Something That Arrives At The Table

I guess you can call me the breadman now. I’ve started making bread at home.

bread is not just something that arrives at the table

I’ve never really done any baking before and it was never something my mother taught me growing up.

I was always better at eating what she made than I was at helping in the preparations. In fact, I was such a good consumer of baking that my mom would bake cookies and then hide them. If she didn’t there wasn’t any cookies for dessert at dinner time. 

My brother and I would come home from school and scarf down a handful of cookies each. I think my mom got a little discouraged seeing all her hard work gone in a matter of minutes. But she should have been pleased that we liked what she baked. 

I still love those oatmeal cookies with gum drops in them … and her gingerbread cookies were indeed fine.

In our marriage, I’ve carried on that tradition of being a better eater than a baker. Lil has complained a few times how the cookies seem to disappear rather rapidly after she bakes them.

Maybe that’s one of the reasons why she doesn’t make cookies all that often anymore. 

So I have experience in baking – it’s just more on the front end than on the back end.

And one thing I do eat regularly is bread. Two days a week I have toast for breakfast, so we need to have bread in the house for that. 

Years ago Lily took to making bread and so that has been my main source for one piece with a little butter on it and the other with a whack of peanut butter slathered over the surface.

But recently Lily was away. The weekend was approaching and we were out of bread for my traditional Saturday morning grapefruit and toast.

So I took to the phone and got some instructions on how to use the bread machine, including the precise ingredients and the correct order to add them.

Then I got the machine all set and let it rip. I set the time to come on early in the morning so I would have piping hot, fresh bread by breakfast time.

I have to tell you, it was some of the finest toast I have ever had! The loaf itself was perfect in colour and shape. Really, for my first effort, I don’t think I could have done a better job. I mean I must be a natural. 

This may be one of my special talents in life. I wouldn’t call it a spiritual gift, but I think just maybe I’ve been blessed with the ability to make bread.

For sure I impressed myself and figure I’m a baker now. I may start listing my new talent in my LinkedIn profile and with my email handle.

There is a hockey player whose last name is Panarin and they call him the breadman. I don’t think there’s any reason not to refer to me as the breadman now too.

Here’s the thing: When we take a look at what we do well, we can give thanks to God since He has made us with the gifts and skills we possess. And those talents are not just for our own benefit, but also to benefit others. For those who have placed their faith in God, He also gives us spiritual gifts to use to benefit God’s people and His kingdom. Use your talents and gifts well to serve others.

That’s Life!

Paul

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Good Is Not Considered Better, But It Is Enough

There is always something better, but the good you have is better than something else. 

good is not considered better, but it is enough

I have a friend and he taught me a phrase that I think is very funny. When someone says something is good, he says, “It’s not just good, it’s good enough.” … as if good enough means better than good. 

I use the line all the time. 

Most people use the phrase “good enough” to mean something that will do, but that is not as good as they would like.

I use the phrase to mean something is better than just good.

A couple of weeks ago I came in from shovelling the snow off the driveway. Lily looked out the front window and said, “That looks good; good job, honey.”

I replied “It’s not just good, it’s good enough.”

It’s amazing how often you can use that phrase to upsell something you did or something you own or have purchased. 

I’m not sure you want to try the phrase out on people though. Like if someone says, “You are good, Mike.” and I reply, “He’s not just good, he’s good enough”, I don’t think Mike would take that as a compliment. 

But it brings a smile to most people’s faces when you say the line, so it’s got to be good, right? 

… Well, not just good, good enough!

This past week Lily and I were in Palm Springs, California, enjoying a little sun with some friends.

When we were preparing to go we were hoping for temperatures in the 20’s and lots of sun. However, when we got there the weather was a little cool for Palm Springs standards.

One day there was even a high winds warning that came with a potential for loss of property and life – that’s a pretty severe warning! We even canceled a golf game we had booked that day. But we rectified that by playing a round of golf later in the week. 

Lily didn’t even go in the pool. She dangled her feet in one afternoon but not for very long. The water was even cooler than Lake Huron in June.

Sometimes you have to make adjustments to your plans. It’s always good to be a little flexible.

Though the temps could have been better, we had a really relaxing time there. Every day we were wearing shorts and walking in sandals. 

And we had the company of some really special friends.

Sure the weather could have been better, but if we had stayed at home, we’d have been dealing with snow on the ground and cloudy, 5 degree temperatures. 

So, considering where we’d come from, our time in Palm Springs was far better than being at home in Kingston. 

It wasn’t just good there, it was good enough!

Here’s the thing: Consider your life right now. I’m sure that there are some things you wish were better than they are. But on the other hand, you have some things that are pretty good. When you pray, God may not answer all your prayers but He has answered some of them – maybe even answered something for you this week. You may not get everything you want, but you have to admit that God is good … well, not just good, He’s good enough!

p.s. That’s Life,

Paul

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The Connection We Don’t Want To Miss Out On

Have you ever had one of those days where you just couldn’t make a connection?

the connection we don't want to miss out on

That was my morning today. I say that it was only my morning because I’m hoping that the rest of the day doesn’t go like my early morning did. I missed connection after connection. 

We’ve all had times when we missed connections. 

There was the time I was traveling from Toronto to Regina and missed my connection altogether. I had the wrong time for when my plane was leaving and I never checked my ticket. 

That was a bad one. 

Then there are the regular missed connections with our phones. 

You look at your phone and realize someone had tried to call you, but you didn’t notice because your phone was on vibrate … or you are talking to someone while driving through a dead zone and lose the connection altogether. 

Missed connections happen all the time. They are frustrating and annoying, but we have to put up with them.

I remember once going to meet up with a friend at Tim Horton’s. We said we’d connect at Tim’s on Princess Street. The problem was there were four Tim Horton’s on Princess Street and the one I thought we were going to meet at was not the one he had in mind. 

We were both waiting at different Tim Horton’s and missed our connection. 

Over the last little while we have been selling off some old furniture we didn’t want anymore. Lily has been great at posting the items and selling them on Kijiji or Facebook. We’ve connected several pieces with people. 

We still have one thing we can’t seem to make a connection on. We’ve had some bites, some interest; a few people have made some inquires. But we can’t connect this desk to a new home.

Sometimes making the right connection seems impossible.

This morning at hockey my team couldn’t make a connection for any amount of money. Passes were not getting to the player they were intended for. I made four or five passes right on the tape of players’ sticks and they bobbled the pass and the puck got away from them.

One time I just stepped on the ice and the play was right by me. Our defenseman made a good play at the blue line to check the puck off the opposing team. He then shoved at the puck to get it to me so I would have a clear breakaway.

Instead, the puck clipped the edge of a skate and deflected away from me right to a player on the other team. He took the puck in on our net and scored. 

For our team, the whole game was about missed connections. 

When I got home, I felt like I should go back to bed and get up an hour later to shake off the failed connection trend I was on. 

Here’s the thing: As some point in our lives we need to make a connection with God. We need to connect with Him in a relationship. If we don’t, we will miss that connection and end up in hell for all eternity. God wants to make a connection; all we have to do is be available. 

That’s Life!

Paul

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Lost May Not Mean Gone Forever

Have you ever lost something, I mean really lost something? The thing you lost was so lost that you never thought you would ever see it again.

lost may not mean gone forever

Recently I lost something that bad.

Usually I’m pretty good at finding things I’ve misplaced. I trace my steps, recall where I’ve been or what I’ve done and often am able to locate the item that’s gone AWOL.

But not this time. I played out all the possible scenarios, the places I could have put this thing – my Apple Pencil – but it was lost.

An Apple Pencil is a utensil used for drawing and writing on an iPad. It is incredibly accurate and is even pressure sensitive. You can write lightly or darker, even use shading.

You can probably guess that it cost a few bucks, so losing it was a real concern of mine. 

I recalled the steps I might have taken with it or where I would have put it. It was not in any of those places.

I usually keep it in my briefcase and there had been a few times I had taken my briefcase out of the house. I was sure I had lost it then.

… There was another time when something of mine got so lost I’d given up hope. 

I was probably in about grade 7 or 8. I had a pet iguana we called, “Iguan (Eguon)”. After a few years he had grown to about 2 feet long.

He was certainly big enough to notice if he was next to you.

Well, we were going on a family vacation and I thought I would let him out in the back yard for a bit before we left. 

I turned my head for a moment and the guy was gone. I mean, he was green and I had put him in the grass, but he took off fast!

All my searching turned up nothing – no lizard. 

So we left on vacation for two weeks … the coldest two weeks of the summer. I was sure he was a goner, that I’d never see him, or at least alive, again. 

But when we arrived home, my neighbour told me he had seen Iguan in some bushes the previous week. I looked and, sure enough, he was still there. I found my iguana, even though I thought he was lost forever.

After all my searching for my Apple Pencil, I was sure it had fallen out of my briefcase somewhere and was gone forever. 

I almost bought a new one but the store didn’t have any in stock. 

That night I was thinking about my pencil and a thought came into my head. I remembered travelling to our daughter’s home and staying there. And I had taken my iPad and thought maybe I had taken my Apple Pencil as well. I determined to check my travel bag in the morning. 

Sure enough after a check, it was way down, wedged into one of seams of the bag. 

What I thought I’d never see again, I found. I can’t tell you how happy I was to find that Apple Pencil. 

… It was almost like the joy of the guy in the Bible who found his lost son. 

Here’s the thing: God never gives up on finding people who are lost – and by lost, I mean people who do not have a relationship with God. He keeps searching, so don’t try so hard to hide from Him … and, by that I mean be open to listen for Him calling after you. 

That’s Life!

Paul

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My Riveting Experience Almost Left Me Frustrated

I had a riveting experience the other day. 

my riveting experience almost left me frustrated

No, it wasn’t exciting or anything like that. I was trying to rivet a couple of clasps on my briefcase.

I don’t know too much about riveting, but I do own a rivet gun. … I’m not sure why they call it a gun because nothing comes shooting out of it. 

My fear was that if I went anywhere with my briefcase I would lose the two clasps that were dangling. 

This briefcase is a satchel style that you sling over your shoulder. It has a couple of zippered compartments for paper and my laptop and a flap that comes over the zippered compartments and attaches to the front of the bag with two clasps. 

The two ends that the clasps clip into are attached to the satchel by rivets. One rivet on each end had broken off so the ends spun around and put more pressure on the rivets that were still in place. 

I figured I just needed to put a couple of rivets in and I would be good to go again.

But it wasn’t working. The rivets would not stay in.

In hindsight I think it was partly due to the fact that I don’t know how to use my rivet gun all that well. But it was also partly due to the fact that the rivets I had were not long enough.

So off to the hardware store I went. 

Now I like to snoop around for what I want and only ask for help when I’m frustrated or need some expert advice. On this trip, however, an employee came up to me rather quickly and asked if I needed helped.

Inside I was thinking, “No, I’m good”. But I didn’t want to put the guy off so I replied, “Sure, what do you know about rivets?”

He admitted he didn’t know much but took me over to where he thought they might be. 

We looked at them and I asked a couple of questions. The employee didn’t seem to have any answers nor think the ones we looked at would work. He offered no other solution, so I thanked him and walked away. 

I thought these hardware guys were experts, but he was no help at all. 

I circled around a couple of aisles and then decided to go back and take a closer look at the rivet section myself. Upon closer scrutiny, there was a package of multi-length rivets with some  that were longer than what I had. 

I bought the package, went home and then had to figure out how to properly work my rivet gun to complete the repair. 

After a couple of failed attempts, I decided to watch some YouTube instructional videos. Some were useless, but from a couple others I figured out what I was doing wrong with my rivet gun.

I was then quickly able to fix my briefcase.

Now I’m confident that the next time I have to leave the house, nothing is going to fall out of my briefcase.

Here’s the thing: There are many people who offer advice and wisdom to us. We must be able to distinguish between what is good advice and what is bad. If you spend time in God’s word you will train yourself to be able to tell the good from the bad.

That’s Life!

Paul

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Shopping Is More Tiring Than Running A Marathon

There is something about shopping that zaps the energy right out of me. 

shopping is more tiring than running a marathon

I can work out for a half hour or play hockey for an hour and a half and have more energy afterwards than I do following a shopping session at the mall. 

My daughter and son-in-law just got a dog. They tell me that dogs expend more energy sniffing around than they do going on a walk. So you can run your dog ragged, chasing him or playing fetch, but he won’t use up as much energy doing that as he does just sniffing every tree and hydrant he comes across on his walk. 

Maybe we’re like dogs when it comes to shopping.

There is something else I noticed about shopping: I slow down.

When I’m walking from our car to a hockey game with my wife, I motor. My pace is fast. Sometimes Lily even complains that I’m walking too fast and that she can’t keep up. 

Usually she yells that at me from about 30 paces behind – haha, just kidding. 

But when I park our car at a mall, immediately I go into slow mo walk mode. As I follow Lily into the mall, my pace sinks to a saunter and my legs and feet feel like they are lead.

I notice that other people walk like that too. 

Sure there are some people who are power walking through the mall but many are trudging … like they’re on their way to a life sentence for some crime they committed. 

There is something about shopping that just simply sucks the life out of you. 

I wonder if it is the music they play. 

Maybe there is some kind of secret message in the music to dull our senses and make us least resistant to the ploys of the sale clerks or signs and stickers that read, “sale”.

The other day I went to a mall with Lily and our daughter, Karlie. I thought the we were there to shop, but Karlie had an agenda and it was to return items and buy different stuff. 

So what I thought was a shopping trip turned into more of a waiting and people-watching trip for me – waiting outside of stores I didn’t really want to go into and watching the people who were trudging by. 

When we were finished, in that whole mall of 140+ stores, there were only two that I had been interested in entering. I went into several more stores but not on my own volition. Lily and Karlie had a few stops they had wanted to make. 

When it was all over, it was dinner time. I was so tired, it was good there was a restaurant outside the mall we could eat at. I don’t think I could have made it back to our car; it was too long a walk.

After dinner I had revived enough to make it home and to contemplate doing it again sometime … not soon though!

Here’s the thing: There are things that exhaust us yet take very little physical output. One of those things is contemplating what happens to us at the end of life. Some just don’t think about it, while others try to convince themselves of something comforting. It zaps our energy. The Bible tells us that God loves us and has a place for us to spend eternity with Him. Expend less energy and believe Him. 

That’s Life!

Paul

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Hearing Can Be A Problem … “What Did You Say”?

I am experiencing what it’s like to lose my hearing before I lose my hearing. 

hearing can be a problem ... what did you say?

Many people struggle to hear well. I even wonder if the most used phrase in the world is, “What did you say?” 

We all use that phrase – maybe because there is other noise in the room, maybe because something else caught our attention, or maybe because the person speaking mumbled or dropped their voice a little. 

We all know what it is like to not hear something. 

I think I have good cause to have some hearing loss. In my teens and early twenties, I went to my fair share of rock concerts … and probably used up others’ fair shares as well. 

There wasn’t a concert that didn’t leave me with a little ringing in my ears. 

Though I haven’t been exposed to constant loud noise in my life, I’ve experienced enough. 

The first year I was a chaplain for the Kingston Frontenacs we held chapel in the opposing team’s dressing room. I don’t know if they do this on purpose but the visiting team’s dressing room is right below the cooling engine for the rink. To keep the ice from melting, this cooling system has to be on. And it is loud. 

I always felt like I was yelling at the players while giving my talk and praying. Fortunately we moved from that spot the next year.

My wife, Lily, has tinnitus. She always hears some competing noise with whoever is speaking to her. 

Then, as we get older, our ears naturally experience some hearing loss. 

About two months ago, I accidentally drove a Q-tip into my ear so hard it bled (read about that here). That certainly didn’t improve my hearing but, generally speaking, I can hear well. 

I do have a set of headphones I wear in my workout room though. I watch TV while I work out to keep my mind off of what I’m doing. The machines I use make so much noise that I would have to turn the TV up to a crazy volume to hear it. So I wear a pair of wireless headphones. 

The one problem with them is that they randomly cut out for maybe three or four seconds. Every time they do, it seems like it is right at the point when someone is saying something important. 

Three or four seconds is not much, but it is just enough to lose the context for what was said and make me feel like I’m missing something and am now in the dark. 

I’m sure that is how people who suffer hearing loss feel most of the time. It keeps you from engaging. It becomes easier to sit back and simply nod or just observe others and not be part of any conversation.

One thing for sure is I don’t like it. I’m not looking forward to the day my hearing goes. 

For now I’ll just get a new pair of headphones.

Here’s the thing: At Christmas time we tell the story of how Jesus came to earth. It is an amazing story, a story of how much God loves us. But it’s not the whole story. It’s just the part of God’s gift to us. It doesn’t tell us how to received this gift. It’s easy to hear this part of the story and, like hearing loss, not know what happens next and maybe check out of the conversation or just observe it. We all need to listen for the full story of how Jesus died to pay for our sin and how, by placing our faith in Him, we can receive God’s gift of love to us. 

That’s Life!

Paul

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The Trigger That Ignites Your Interest

You need a trigger to create excitement for something you haven’t really cared much about. 

the trigger that ignites your interest

You can get interested in something that you wouldn’t normally be focused on, but you first need something that will peak your interest. 

Way back in high school the TV was a magnet for me. I would come home after school, grab three or four cookies from the tin my mom had hidden, and flop on the couch to watch television. 

We only had a black and white TV so I was not watching in “living colour” as NBC advertised. One of my favourite shows was Perry Mason, so it didn’t matter that we only had a black and white TV. That show was filmed in black and white. It was a who-done-it show where Perry Mason, the lawyer, defended the cases. He always won.

At some point they changed the time of the show to a half hour later. Instead of coming home and doing homework, or something crazy like that, I just watched whatever was on before my show. 

I had never seen a soap opera before, but with a half hour to kill before Perry Mason, I started watching the “Edge of Night” …  da da da dum. 

Something I had had no interest in suddenly caught my interest and, for a while, I religiously followed the Edge of Night and knew all the characters.

The trigger for me was that I had time to kill before watching what I really wanted to see. I got sucked into watching what was before it and I got hooked – interested. 

The same thing has happened to me with the FIFA World Cup this month. 

When I was in college, I played soccer … or football as they say in the rest of the world. In fact, my college team won the Saskatchewan Provincial Championships in 1984. We went on to play in Toronto at the National College Championships. I was injured most of the season that year but I did get in a little action in one of the games.

So I know soccer. Also both my kids played some soccer and I watched them play in high school. 

… But I have to tell you, it’s not my favourite sport. 

I didn’t mind playing it, but watching it is tiresome. The biggest reason is they don’t score enough goals. The goals that are scored are often spectacular and the skill is amazing, but they just don’t score enough for me. 

So I’ve never really gotten too exited or interested in the World Cup before.

But this year is a different matter. Canada had a team in the tourney and, all of a sudden, I’m into soccer. 

I’m watching highlights of games. I’m watching games that Canada is not even playing in. 

Basically it took Canada making it into the World Cup for me to have enough interest in the game to get excited about it.

Team Canada was my trigger.

Here’s the thing: Life is full with all our activities, work and interests. If God has not been part of your life from an early age, it might be hard to get excited about Him. But there are triggers that can cause us to consider God and then become interested in knowing more about Him. Triggers like discouragement, trouble, heartbreak, sadness, stress and other things can cause us to look for help outside ourselves. Some of these things will come to all of us at some time in our lives. Be sure to seek God for help and comfort and you will find you want to know more about Him and His love for you. 

That’s Life!

Paul

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