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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

Question: What do you need to be ready for, even if it’s out of season? Leave your comments and questions below.

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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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Creating Joy For Someone Else Should Be Our Daily Mission
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Creating Joy For Someone Else Should Be Our Daily Mission

Creating joy in someone’s life is a good thing. I think everyone should strive to do it more. 

creating joy for someone else should be our daily mission

Who knows? Maybe we’d have fewer wars in the world; we’d all get along better.

I’m not sure why we don’t intentionally create joy for others. Maybe it’s that we are so self-absorbed with our own stuff that we don’t think of others.

Personality is a factor in creating joy for others as well. Some people just don’t think of it. 

Me, however, I’m often thinking of it – especially with cashiers in whatever store I’m in. I do have to be in the right mood and not in a hurry, but I will often say something or do something that will make them smile.

I’ve also brought a smile to more than one waiter’s face, just by initiating a brief conversation about their day or about customers like me.

It’s pretty easy and it comes naturally to me. 

My wife, Lily, often just shakes her head and smiles, which for me also means I’ve created a little bit of joy for her.

The fact is you feel good when you can put a smile on someone’s face. It’s not much but it makes an impact. 

Recently my brother and I bought scooters. 

Ya, no, not the kind you power by pushing with your foot on the pavement. These are electric and can go 31 kilometres per hour. We got them to bomb around the little beach town we vacation at.

Our wives were not convinced we needed them but we said we could do short grocery runs with them and quickly scoot to the beach to see what the water was like and then report back.

… Sure, that wasn’t all that convincing but we got them anyway. And we’ve been ripping them everywhere, of course with the throttle wide open all the time. 

We’re starting to get a reputation in the park. 

My brother, John, was at the park office talking to the owner who told John he had had to tell a teenager to slow down on her scooter. 

One of the ladies in the office piped up, with a smile on her face, “Yes, I see a couple of grey haired men bombing around on them too!”

A few days later I rode my scooter down to the office. I could see two ladies behind the desk chuckling away. I knew the laughs were for me. So when I entered the office I said to them, “You have to get one. They’re pretty fun.” 

That comment just produced more giggles which worked into me creating joy in their lives.

As I left the office, one of the women said, “You and your brother are reliving your childhood, aren’t you?”

Big smiles all the way around. I was smiling and they both had big grins on their faces. 

Just another day of creating a little joy in someone’s life.

Here’s the thing: God is the source of all joy. If you’ve been touched by the deep joy that God gives, it should be in you to create for others. If you haven’t, I encourage you to seek God. His joy comes as a gift along with His acceptance, love and forgiveness. His joy will help you create joy in other people. 

That’s Life!

Paul

Question: How have you created joy for someone this week? Leave your comments and questions below.

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Knowing Where To Start Is Sometimes The Hardest Part

Have you ever attempted to do something only to realize you don’t really know where to start?

knowing where to start is sometimes the hardest part

That was me the other day when I was staring down the hedge in front of our house.

We hadn’t trimmed it all year and, to be honest, this is a job that my wife, Lily, usually does. What I was looking at was kind of new to me. I didn’t know where to start.

I got the feeling of what it would be like to cut someone’s hair for the first time. 

It looks pretty simple when the barber/hairstylist gives you a trim. But if you had to do it, well, that would be a different thing.

That’s why so many kids got the bowl cut when they were young. 

You know, when your mother would pick an appropriate sized bowl for your head and then just cut around it. You hoped your mom had the philosophy of one size fits all.

I also remember when they came out with the flow bee. It was a vacuum cleaner with some sharp blades at the end of the tube. 

The idea of these, and probably other crazy haircutting ideas, was to make cutting hair simple and quick. 

The problem with them was they left your melon very unattractive. Nobody ever mistook a bowl cut or a flow bee do for a real haircut. 

The reason is there is more to cutting hair than just going at it with a pair of scissors.

However, the other day when I was looking at our hedge, that is exactly what I was about to do – just go at it with the hedge trimmer.

What I didn’t want was my neighbours driving by thinking, “Wow, Paul really put a bowl cut on his hedge.” I was wishing I had taken some kind of barber class, so I had the theory behind getting a good shape on the shrub.

When you think about it, there is a lot of similarities with trimming a head and trimming a hedge.

First you have to cut them, then you have to comb them to make sure you get all the cut hair or stems out of it. Then you have to go back and trim any loose pieces and make sure it is properly shaped. Sometimes you have to do a little more tapering. 

The only thing you don’t do with a hedge is spray it down or put some gel in it to make sure everything stays in place.

Well, I started in on the hedge and though I’m not an expert hedge barber yet, I don’t think I did half bad. 

One thing about the hedge that makes it a little harder than cutting hair is that you are dealing with something that is six to ten feet wide, and not six or seven inches. It’s not easy getting both sides looking the same. 

Anyway, I have a new appreciation for hairstylists.

Here’s the thing: When someone has a desire to read the Bible, it’s not easy to figure out where to start. It’s not like a novel so you don’t have to start at the beginning and read to the end, though I do that every year. Starting in the Book of John will give you a good sense of what God’s desire is for us and how Jesus is key to accomplishing it. From there you can dabble in other parts to get rounded out on the beginning and ending of His creation. 

That’s Life!

Paul

Question: Where do you need to start on something today?

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Push Past Your Goals For A More Fulfilling Experience

I have noticed that I often push past my goal or target. I don’t think this is just a “me” thing, but most likely something that many people do. 

push past your goals for a more fulfilling experience

No, I don’t have any research to back up my theory, but I figure I’m a pretty average person. I think it’s something built right into us. 

You see it in the Olympics where some athletes will post a personal best in their event. There is something inside them that makes them go past what they have done or can do.

… But that’s an elite athlete and most of us don’t fall into that category. 

Still, when I go mountain biking at my club, there are many times that I feel tired and only plan on doing the home loop which is about 10 km.

However, almost every time, once I’m out there biking, I will push past my goal and add about 15 minutes to my ride by taking a side trail halfway through the home loop.

Even when I’m a little short on time, I usually push past my original goal and add the extra 3 or 4 kilometres to my ride.

I do this in many areas of my life. 

… Like when I feel I’ve been adding too much sugar to my diet, I will take a break from pop and chips and candy. 

I will arbitrarily set a time frame for myself of maybe a couple of weeks. But as I near the end of my sugar fast I will usually determine to push past my target date and go another few days or weeks.

There is something in us that pushes us on to do more, to go beyond. We want to break what we had hoped for and go past it. 

I did that again just the other day. 

I decided to exercise using my stand up paddle board. Usually I just paddle for a while following the coast line and then return to the beach. As I launched my board, I decided to go for at least a half hour. I picked out a landmark down the beach and started paddling. 

The water was really calm for Lake Huron. I could tell I was reaching my target sooner than I expected. So I looked farther down the beach and picked out another target – much more ambitious. 

But as I got to it, I wondered if I could go to an even further target – a pavilion that was farther away than I have ever paddled. 

And as that pavilion got closer, I thought maybe I could make it all the way to the point at the end of the beach.

I pushed past three targets I had set and came to shore only to turn around and paddle back. 

It took me just over an hour round trip and I paddled about 6.5 kilometres. 

I felt a little tired by the time I got back to my beach chair, but pretty good about what I had done.

There was just something in me that caused me to push past my targets.

Here’s the thing: Many times when I get up late or I’m feeling a little rushed in the morning, I’m tempted to skip my time with God. Instead of doing that, I will set a shorter time and keep my appointment with Him. I find that, almost every time, I push past my set time and spend much longer with God. Keep your appointment with the Lord. Set your goal and then see how you push past it to have a rich, fulfilling meeting with Him.

That’s Life!

Paul

Question: In what area have you recently gone beyond your initial goal or target? Leave your comment or questions below. 

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Muscle Memory Never Lets Us Down

It is amazing how we can do something we haven’t done in years and muscle memory kicks in.

muscle memory never lets us down

There is this old saying, “It’s like riding a bike”. Once you learn how to ride a bike, you never forget no matter how much time has passed.

This is true with a lot of things. I remember driving somewhere with my wife, Lily, and a song came on the radio. I hadn’t heard that song for maybe twenty years, but as soon as the first note struck, I knew all the words. And I could whistle the guitar solo like I heard the song yesterday.

There is something called muscle memory. We use this term to describe all kinds of activities we can just pick up and do even after a long period of not doing them. 

It’s not really muscle memory, but it’s similar. Muscle memory is when a muscle that was previously exercised will gain strength and volume quicker than a muscle that has previously not been trained.

Whatever term we use, we all know it has something to do with picking up where we left off. Your body or mind don’t forget what you have already done and learned.

As a kid I learned how to yo-yo at my dad’s variety store. The yo-yo man would come by and line us up and teach us tricks every year. 

That was many years ago, and as a married adult I remember one time being with my dad in a department store. I came across an aisle that had some novelty toys in it. There were some yo-yo’s there so I picked one up. It had been a long time since I had spun a yo-yo. 

When my dad saw me with a yo-yo in hand he grabbed one too and, for about ten minutes, we put on a show for the modestly growing crowd that formed.

My dad and I did tricks with those tops that we had not done in decades. It just all came back.

Well, the other day I had a similar experience. I was about to preach a sermon for the first time in almost two years. I didn’t think much of it when I was asked, but as the date came closer, I had some doubts about speaking. 

Lily had even noticed the week of that I was a little uptight and a bit short with her at times. She wondered if it was because I was slightly nervous about preaching.

The morning of I felt a little nervous. 

You know, standing in front of a bunch of people you don’t want to have a brain freeze or to get all shaky.

When I was introduced, I took a big breath and whispered to Lily, “Here goes nothing.”

I walked up to the platform, still a little nervous. I put my Bible and iPad down on the podium, looked up and started talking. 

Almost immediately after I opened my mouth, I relaxed and the 37 years of speaking in front of people kicked in. 

I knew I would be okay.

Here’s the thing: When there has been some time since you last connected with God in prayer, that old relationship, the words you used to express your love and hope in Him, will all come back. It’s not like starting from scratch; it’s like muscle memory. You pick up talking and listening to God like you never stopped. So what are you waiting for? Take time today to spend with your Lord and Saviour in prayer. 

That’s Life!

Paul

Question: How long has it been since you just sat quietly before God and sensed His presence with you?

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Your Gene Pool Is More Extensive Than You Think

You never get too far away from your gene pool. Some people inherit bad health from their parents. Others get great athletic ability or creativity from their ancestors. 

your gene pool is more extensive than you think

Me? Well, one thing I got was my dad’s ability to spill food on all his clothes.

My wife, Lily, has been telling me our entire marriage that I should bring my plate closer to me, shortening the gap between my food and my mouth, creating less of a chance that my fork full of food will hit my lap on the way to my pie hole.

I try but I think it’s in my genes. My dad was a master.

There was a time when my family was out for dinner with Dad and he was having a baked potato with his meal. Dad liked to put lots of butter on his spuds, so he began loading up. 

I’m not sure if it was the dim lighting of the restaurant or that the potato appeared to be soaking up the butter, but dad ended up with a pool of butter on his plate with his sleeve acting like a “Bounty-quicker-picker-upper” paper towel. 

The butter was dripping from his arm and pooling on the table.

On another occasion, when having some pizza in the park with my brother’s family and mine, Dad decided that marinara sauce was a great dip for the pizza. 

He had marinara on everything. In fact, 25 years later, our families can’t say the word “marinara” without thinking of Dad and getting a big grin on our faces.

But maybe the best time was a stop at an ice cream stand on a Sunday afternoon. Dad loved a good black cherry cone and that’s what he ordered. 

It didn’t help that the day was very hot and humid and that he had his light blue seersucker suit on. But that ice cream cone was melting faster than he could lick the drips that were cascading down the cone. 

When he was done, Dad had ice cream on his tie, his shirt right at his belly, his pants and even a dollop on his white loafers. It was a perfect four-point landing for the ice cream. It might even be a record.

When I say he was a master with the spills, I’m not exaggerating. 

And somehow I got some of his genes. 

This morning I made my breakfast on the stove: egg whites in a pan with ham, cheese and Frank’s red hot sauce, folded over into something that looks like an enchilada.

It was a beautiful, sunny morning so I decided to eat it out on the deck with my half a grapefruit.

I was leaning over the foot rest where I’d set my plate. It was lower than the chair so I wanted to be careful. 

Then for some reason I thought that, if I picked up my plate and brought it closer to my mouth, it would be better.

It was a very short distance, but there was a gap and as I raised the fork to my mouth, some of the hot sauce flung itself out at me, landing several drips onto my shorts – light grey coloured shorts to be exact. 

I’ll be changing my outfit for the day. 

That darn gene pool.

Here’s the thing: As much as we like to think we are different from our forefathers, we are so much like them. The same propensity to sin that Adam and Eve had, we have inherited honestly. So the most reasonable thing to do is to seek God and His forgiveness through Jesus Christ. 

That’s Life!

Paul

Question: In what ways have you found yourself to be just like your parents? Leave your comments and questions below.

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Our Protective Nature Often Leaves Us Unprotected

I’ve noticed that society has become more protective and less protective at the same time. 

our protective nature often leaves us unprotected

We joke that we might as well bubble wrap people with all the protective rules, laws and equipment we have. On the other hand, we leave people less protected or more vulnerable with some of the actions we take.

For instance, I read an article recently about car accidents in Canada. A research study reported that, since the legalization of cannabis, injury-related accidents involving weed have increased 223%. 

For decades there has been a concerted effort to make our roadways safer from alcohol-related accidents. We tried to protect people with laws, but then legalized marijuana leaving roadways less protected.

Staying with the drug theme, British Columbia legalized hard drugs, meaning people can shoot up in public places. 

Society, as a whole, has tried to make parks and other public places as safe from harm as possible. Yet BC’s legalization has led to public places – especially parks – being less safe for children due to discarded drug paraphernalia and used needles. 

We’re trying to make our neighbourhoods more protective and less protective at the same time.

There is no doubt that protecting children is a priority in society. If we could guarantee their safe travel to school we would. If we could ensure injury-free play and activities we would.

But we then give our children the power to alter their bodies permanently without the protection and wisdom of parents. 

It’s interesting how we do something to protect, but then make other moves that literally erode some of the protection we have tried to put in place.

Recently my wife, Lily, and I were at Cyprus National Park near Tobermory, Ontario. It’s a beautiful park that has a signature shoreline scene on Georgian Bay. 

Years ago I jumped off a cliff into the water at that signature spot. I think Lily even recorded the event. 

There was also a very interesting climb you could make from the shore up to the cliffs above by climbing through a very narrow hole in the rocks. 

A few years later they made it illegal to jump off that same cliff … probably some people had gotten injured or something. Park staff would hand out fines to anyone they caught making the jump. 

Fast forward to my recent visit: jumping off the cliff is now not recommended, but is no longer illegal. However, they covered the hole with several large boulders to prevent people from climbing up and down the cliff through that narrow hole.

The park is now more protective about the hole and less protective about jumping. 

I’m glad I got my jump in and my fill of climbing up and down through that hole years ago.

Here’s the thing: It’s human nature to do what we can to protect ourselves. We protect our health, wealth and power. But the more we independently seek our own protection, the more we walk away from the protection of God. This action ends up leaving us open to even more harm. Instead seek God and trust Him to provide the protection you need from all sorts of harm.

That’s Life!

Paul

Question: In what area(s) do you seek to overprotect yourself? Leave your comments and questions below.

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A Project Often Requires More Resources Than We Have

Have you ever worked on a project where one more thing turned into many more things?

a project often requires more resources than we have

That was my experience recently while renovating a bathroom sink.

Countless times when I work on home projects I find I don’t have everything I need with me. It requires me going back downstairs to get another screwdriver or wrench.

I think it’s hereditary because, when I was a kid, my dad often told me to go get this tool or that tool for him. I hated having to be the one to leave the job site to fetch a tool, knowing well enough that it wouldn’t be my only trip to the work bench.

On the other hand, when my kids were young, I loved how I could get them to go and bring me things that I had forgotten to gather when working on a project.

… I guess it’s true that what goes around comes around.

It’s one thing to have to go to the basement or garage to get something for a task, or to send someone else to do your dirty work. It’s a whole other matter when you have to go to the store to get what you need.

And this is why men have so many tools. They collect them over the years from running back and forth to the store. Thankfully, once you have every possible tool, it should save you a couple of trips to the hardware store over your life time. 

Well, last week I was replacing the bathroom sink and taps at our cottage. It’s not that hard of a job but, when plumbing is involved, there is never anything easy about it. 

The sink had already purchased the sink, but I first needed to make sure it fit the existing hole in the counter. I removed the old sink so I could measure and know exactly what I needed for the job. I thought by doing that I could save some time and trips to the hardware store.

When everything was apart, I realized the hole needed to be a little bigger. I had to borrow my brother’s jigsaw because I didn’t bring mine to the cottage. 

Once that was settled, I figured out all the parts I would need and headed to the hardware store. On my way home I was confident I could get it all done in one shot.

Boy, was I wrong. 

When I got home I realized the water lines didn’t come with the new taps, so I went back to the store for water lines. 

I had to go back a second time for silicone sealant. I’d originally purchased plumbers’ putty but that wasn’t what the instructions required.

At that point I thought I was done, but sadly I was not. 

The drain that came with the taps was for a sink with an overflow. I didn’t have that so back I went one more time to get a drain without an overflow.

… Four trips to the store and two trips to my brother’s cottage. 

Oh how I wish my kids were around so I could have sent them to the store.

Here’s the thing: Life is a little like that bathroom project of mine. We keep discovering that there is something more we need. Often we don’t know what to do. The great thing is we can go to God because, like that hardware store, He has everything we need. Seek Him first for what you need.

That’s Life!

Paul

Question: When have you had to make multiple trips to get what you need? Leave your comments and questions below.

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Ability To Diagnose Is A Skill On It’s Own

Just like jam goes with bread, skill goes with the ability to diagnose. You don’t want one without the other.

Ability To Diagnose Is A Skill On It's Own

A mechanic who is highly skilled at fixing cars is of great value. But if he struggles to diagnose car problems, that won’t bode well for the car owner no matter the mechanic’s skill. That car will be on the hoist for a long time and, in the end, it will cost more to fix the car than it should.

Skill is important, but being able to diagnose a problem or identify what’s wrong is crucial to the outcome.

Being able to quickly see the problem is an ability that not everyone has. 

It takes more than physical skill; there is deep knowledge, intuition, experience, logic and creativity that all come into play. 

Not everyone possesses all these attributes or at least in abundance. 

A couple of weeks ago, my wife, Lily, was experiencing some stomach pain. It wasn’t too bad but it wasn’t going away and was even getting a little worse. 

A few days into it we talked about what it might be. Was it some kind of stomach bug, maybe something she ate? 

I asked her if there was any specific pain and she did say it was sore down on her lower right side. So I replied, “Could it be your appendix?” 

Lily brushed it off. She didn’t think the pain was that significant and that the pain was not isolated in any specific area. 

But a few more days later, things weren’t getting better. In fact she was more uncomfortable. So we decided to go to the hospital emergency department. 

That happened to be at about 8:40 pm … and possibly it was a full moon that night because the emerg was hopping.

There was no place for Lily to sit and, though she told the intake person what her pain was, she didn’t get triaged for almost two hours. 

At 10:30 pm she eventually was able to get into the system and join the sea of humanity in the waiting room. 

She managed to find a chair, while she watched others be taken into the patient examination rooms. 

At 3:15 am she was finally brought in for examination. However, there were no cubicles available so she was placed on a gurney beside the nursing station. 

At 5:00 am she was finally examined by a doctor who ordered a CT scan, and at 7:30 am the results came back that she had a ruptured appendix. 

… That’s a long time from entering emerg to identifying the problem. Sure, some of it was due to the volume of people there that night. But a good part of the reason it took so long for Lily to be checked out is the triage personnel’s inability to diagnose the severity of the issue.

Lily’s on a slow road to recovery now, but I wonder how much better it would have been if someone had have diagnosed her issue sooner. 

Here’s the thing: We like to diagnose when we have problems or trouble in our lives. We will say it is because of this or that. But there is one who has perfect skills and never fails to diagnose a problem correctly – God. Go to Him with your trouble and He will set you on the right path every time.

That’s Life!

Paul

Question: What have you diagnosed incorrectly in the last month? Leave your comments and questions below.

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