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If your faith in God’s programming for all living things ever wavers, you might consider the sea turtle. Female sea turtles mate in the ocean, then instinctively return to the beach where they were hatched, use their hind flippers to dig a 20 inch hole in the sand, and lay 50 to 300 eggs in the hole. Then they cover the hole, often even bringing twigs to disguise it, and return to the sea, never to see their offspring again. They will go through this reproductive process multiple times in a season, and always in the dark of night for safety.

30 to 60 days later, the babies hatch, also usually at night, and somehow know to crawl into the water and seek shelter and food. Only about one in one thousand will survive to adulthood because of predators, which explains why females lay so many eggs. Just enough for the species to continue. Hatchlings never know their parents and receive no training, yet they are born with the instinct to function and repopulate.

It is hard for me to believe this could happen through sheer evolutionary processes. I have to believe The Great Programmer is at work.

Well, that was a depressing experience. My passport was approaching expiration and I chose to renew it online. As part of the process, I was asked to provide a digital photo of myself. Since I really didn’t have anything recent handy, I just raised up my phone and snapped a quick selfie.

The depressing part was when I compared the selfie to my photo on the expiring passport, a photo which was taken ten years ago. You don’t really feel your face and head aging. It just sort of sneaks up on you. My hair was gray, there were new lines on my forehead, wrinkles on my neck and puffiness under my eyes. On my previous photo I looked like a spry mature adult. On the new one I looked like an old guy. There was a lot of change in ten years.

The aging process is a thief in the night. So gradual you don’t feel it taking place. But rest assured the clock is ticking. Treasure every day. Make the most of every opportunity. Love and appreciate being loved. Don’t let a passport photo take you by surprise.

On a recent trip to the beach on the Alabama gulf coast Sharon and I were sitting under our umbrella watching the relentless waves roll to the shore. Suddenly we noticed a school of dolphins out in the distance leaping out of the water and plunging back in. They looked so cute and playful.

After a while I decided to wade into the shallow water to cool off. I was about hip-deep when I heard a lady scream about 20 feet to my right. I turned just in time to notice a dolphin had jumped right in front of her and scared her. The dolphin bounded out of the water several more times right in front of us. I was stunned at how huge and powerful it looked. No longer cute and playful, it really was a bit scary. It looked like it could knock us over and take us down in a heartbeat. Fortunately, it showed no interest in us and continued down the coast line.

It reinforced to me that some situations and circumstances look harmless from a distance, but if you get too close to things you don’t understand, you could be in danger. The world can be a frightening place if you find yourself where you don’t belong.

If you want to find out about somebody’s life, just check their refrigerator door. Ever since the invention of the kitchen magnet, fridge doors have become billboards for pretty much everything going on in our lives. On our door you might find appointment reminders, pictures drawn by our grandkids, prayers, football schedules, phone numbers, photos, coupons and much more.

I suppose we put stuff on our refrigerator door because that’s a place we know we are always going to come to every day. So when we come for food or drink, we look at the array, and are reminded of all the good things, the important things, the urgent things going on. When my grandkids come to visit, they light up when they see their drawings on our fridge. It’s special to them. And to us.

Want to show someone you love them? Put their photo on your refrigerator door. Then invite them over and make sure they notice it. It’s a subtle, yet special way to show you want them in your life. And that you’ll be reminded of them every time you get hungry.

When you reach the age where you can look back at your life in retrospect and see how it all fit together, you realize life is like a big jigsaw puzzle. When you first dump out the pieces, the task of fitting them together to make a clear picture seems near impossible. So you start with something simple, like maybe the edges, and build your way into the heart of the image. Eventually, with hard work and determination, you insert that last piece, and step back to proudly admire your work.

My hope for you is that one day you can step back and look at your life, and be proud and thankful for the complete picture. There’s still time to fit the pieces together. Another set of eyes can help you spot connections you may have missed. Studying God’s word is a good way to get an idea of what that final product should look like.

After all, He’s the one who designed it.

We had painters working on the outside of our house. They were all Hispanic. They worked hard all day long in brutally hot weather. At one point I had to leave the house to run an errand. As I approached my car, one of the workers approached me and asked me something in Spanish. I could only shrug my shoulders and indicate I didn’t understand him.

So he pulled a phone out of his pocket, typed something into it, and held it close to me. A voice on the phone translated for him and asked me if I could leave a key under the doormat so that he could paint the window frames on the inside.

I know that’s pretty common stuff these days, but how cool is that? Such communication would never have been possible back in my young days. Technology is not all scary and bad. We take it for granted but it has enhanced life in some remarkable ways.

By the way, I answered him by proudly saying “Si”. The only Spanish word I know.

Have you ever noticed that some people are just quiet? You see them in your groups and activities, but you almost never hear a peep out of them. They seem content to just be in the background, taking everything in, feeling no compulsion to express an opinion or share their feelings.

Since I’m one of these folks who wants to talk all the time, and who thinks everybody is interested in my opinions, I seldom know what to make of quiet people. I confess, I tend to be a bit suspicious of them. What are they thinking? Is there something they are trying to hide? Are they just snobbish and unfriendly? Or could it be they are just genuinely humble and totally secure in their own circumstances?

Maybe I should just ask them why they are so quiet. The first words I hear from them may be “Mind your own business”. Maybe I could stand to be a little more like them.

My body has some interesting ways of telling me that I am too tired and need some rest. I start missing things. For example, I might walk through a doorway and bang my arm on the door frame. I actually miss the opening! Or I may try to set my keys on the dresser and miss the dresser, dropping them on the floor. Or I will enter a room and try to flip on the light switch, missing it several times before finally connecting.

I usually just laugh at myself when something like this happens. What else can you do? But I also try to acknowledge that my brain is trying to tell me something, and I need to pay attention.

So if you reach into the refrigerator to grab a carton of milk, and knock three things over as you recoil your arm, you probably need a nap. The sooner, the better. Before you do any real damage.

There’s a wise, old saying that goes: “Little kids, little problems. Big kids, big problems.” My mother used to repeat that to me when our children were very young and we would be exhausted chasing them around and trying to keep them entertained and under control. Now I find myself saying it to my daughter, who has four small tots of her own.

It’s not much consolation when your little ones are running wild, but it certainly holds truer than ever in today’s world. Teenagers today are exposed to so many different voices out there, many of which can lead them to serious trouble. Once they start driving cars and dating and holding down jobs, they enter realms where you can no longer be there constantly to protect them. Those are big concerns.

So enjoy those little ones. When they carelessly spill chocolate milk all over your brand new white sofa, try to smile, and remember that one day they will climb into a car with someone you’ve never met and drive off to who knows where. Now that’s a big kid problem. Love them hard and set a good example for them while you still can.

Do you have a favorite day of the week? Most folks would say Friday or Saturday because that’s the beginning of the weekend and they don’t have to go to work. Some might say Sunday because that’s church day when they get to have fellowship with their friends. Others may choose Wednesday, “hump day”, because it’s all downhill to the weekend from there.

I’m a bit of an oddball. I find my favorite day is Monday. Most people dread Monday because it’s back to work for a whole week. But to me, Monday represents a fresh start, a chance to do better, an opportunity to begin something positive. Diets begin on Monday. People start new jobs on Monday. School resumes on Monday (this is good for parents!). Staff meetings most commonly happen on Monday to get everybody on the same page.

Yep, Mondays get a bad rap. They shouldn’t be depressing. Think of them as God’s way of giving you another clean slate.