Character Building: 

Throughout this latest cold spell in the United Kingdom, we’ve received news from many friends who have suffered the inconvenience of frozen pipes and malfunctioned central-heating systems. 

We too have not been exempt from such disaster. 

Okay, our problem wasn’t weather related, but it was bad enough! 

Even so, have you noticed how certain troubles can test your patience? 

It happened like this: While I was having a shower, quickly and without warning, a Niagara Falls effect began to develop in the kitchen below. 

To get to the heart of the story here, an undetected leak had occurred over time, and had seeped through the tiles surrounding the shower tray. 

This in turn had a knock-on effect, and caused the modern-day floor-boards beneath the shower area to soak – and as a consequence, caused the shower tray to move. 

So, as the shower tray moved, the waste-pipe broke away and subsequently, the water instead of flowing down through the pipe – well, it flowed into the room below! 

As they say, “It never rains but it pours!”

Anyhow, after an emergency call out – an engineer made it clear that we needed some extensive repair work. 

This was no cosmetic job! 

Prior to this event, we had already decided to replace the shower enclosure, but as you can imagine, the replacement came earlier than planned! 

Most of the week was turned upside-down as we spent time choosing a new enclosure, making alternative washing arrangements and so on. 

Thus, we waited for the day when the engineer could finally begin work on the new addition to the Princes’ home. 

However, it wasn’t until 24 hours after receiving the quadrant tray and enclosure that we realised that both items were different sizes. 

We had an 800 mm tray with a 900 mm enclosure! 

One would have thought that the engineer would have checked this on arrival of the delivery, but no! It wasn’t until he had completely removed the packaging, and had begun building up the frame-work that he noticed that both items were different sizes! 

By this time, the new shower tray was already set firmly in place! 

O boy! 

We had no other choice. 

Have you ever seen a guy trying to stuff a white framed glass panelled enclosure with a thousand and one bits and bobs back into its original packaging? 

Fun? I don’t think so! 

As they say, “It never rains but it pours!”

Anyway, eight days down the road, with one or two other little hiccups along the way, we finally got the new shower enclosure installed! 

Friends, at times it may seem that we frequently face unnecessary and unforeseen trouble resulting from unfortunate events. 

Now listen, to whatever degree we might experience these disastrous events, let us bear in mind that these are often the situations which strengthen our lives. 

Here’s a great quote by Rick Warren, “Every problem is a character-building opportunity, and the more difficult it is, the greater the potential for building spiritual muscle and moral fibre.” 

Yes, that’s right, no matter how difficult we might feel things are at times, it will soon become apparent that it’s during those times of turbulence that our faith grows the most. 

According to The Message Bible, the Apostle Paul said, “We continue to shout our praise even when we’re hemmed in with troubles, because we know how troubles can develop passionate patience in us, and how that patience in turn forges the tempered steel of virtue.” 

Sure-enough – one of the purposes of life is all about character building.. 

So, let your character shine through – as it’s the foundation of who you are!

Verse To Remember: 

We also have joy with our troubles, because we know that these troubles produce patience. And patience produces character, and character produces hope. 
Romans 5:

Song Of The Week: 

Inside Outside by Delirious.

 

Paws 4 Thought: 

Rula: A Labrador -golden retriever,with medium length ginger hair covering most of her body, had deep brown eyes, a pink nose and shades of cream hair around her feet, tail and chest. She was introduced to me in the Christmas of 1994, but we weren’t to meet again until our training in February 1995. 

Her birthday was 16 March 1993. She was born in Leicester and fulfilled her puppy walking training with a family in Torquay in Devon, England. 

Rula went on to undergo her guide dog instruction in the training centre at Cardiff, and that’s where we met for the second time. 

The course which Rula and I completed together, normally covered a four week duration. However, for some reason we were able to successfully finish the course in three weeks! 

Amazing! 

Obviously, the course consisted of numerous things: Putting my full confidence & trust in a dog, allowing her to guide me through and around obstacles, letting her find curbs and steps, finding the way from A to B and so on. 

[As the bond is built between dog and owner, the guide dog relies on instructions or commands from the owner.] 

Anyway, on one such training day, our assignment was to venture into Cardiff, a bustling city with many commuters with crowded streets and traffic jams! 

And so, my instructions received from my tutor, were to walk into the centre of Cardiff and then ask some one the directions to our intended destination. 

In part; this was to build my confidence in approaching people at the same time as handling a guide dog. 

Wow! 

As we ventured through the open air shopping mall, I eventually managed to ask someone for directions to our intended destination. 

Out of all the people I could have possibly come across, was a little old lady. 

Bless her! 

“Smile.” 

On asking her for directions to our designated location, she paused quite briefly, and thought for a moment. She then stooped and whispered into Rula’s ear the directions for finding the way ahead! 

Promptly, the little old lady left us, thinking she had done her good deed for the day. 

But, evidently I was non the wiser. By this time I was joined by my instructor. Evaluating the experience we laughed in an uncontrollable manner! 

Furthermore, we never reached our destination! 

Can’t imagine why!!

 

Cooking In The Dark: 

After totally loosing my eye sight and enduring many years of illness, including renal failure and transplants, it took sometime before I could muster the energy and enthusiasm to help out with any home chores. 

Furthermore; due to my illness, I was not use to having the opportunity to cook any meals. 

I was use to my wife preparing all of our food. 

Nevertheless; one day; I decided to surprise my wife by taking the opportunity to cook some beef-burgers with french fries and salad. 

I prepared the salad and cooked some fries in the microwave. 

The beef-burgers needed to be cooked in a pan and so after taking the beef-burgers out of the freezer, I placed them into the hot pan. 

Everything seemed to be going fairly okey-dokey. The salad was presented on the plates, the fries didn’t need much attention and the beef-burgers appeared to be cooking quite well in the pan. 

However, the beef-burgers didn’t seem to be sizzling much, but this didn’t seem to delay the progress. 

Eventually I was ready to add the beef-burgers to the awaiting salad and french fries. 

All seemed to be complete. 

Full of excitement I hurriedly called my wife to come and eat the prepared meal. 

I had already got my fork ready to poke into the beef-burgers, but couldn’t understand why the beef-burgers was so hard! 

Trying to refrain from laughing, my wife informed me, “Dear, you’ve done a lovely job, but the beef-burgers aren’t beef-burgers, they’re crumpets!!” [English muffins!]

 

Close Encounter: 

In the early days of becoming a blind man, I had to undergo some extensive training, which included living skills, white cane training, audio typing and so on.

Anyhow, as part of my white cane training: One day I was progressing along a paved area parallel to the side of a roadway.

My journey took me past the face of some terraced houses featuring front gardens which were either enclosed by a low stoned wall, a small wooden fence, or some wrought iron railings.

Then, as I ventured along the concreted area, I would move my white cane in front of me.

I held my white cane with my right hand wrapped around the handle – with my finger next to my thumb pointing along the cane shaft down towards the cane tip.

Tapping my way along, I swept my cane from side to side in an arch about the width of my body.

And so, as I continued along the walkway, this technique would enable me to find the wall, the fence or the railings on my left hand side.

And of course, this would also help me to find any bumps or holes in the ground!

Anyway, after a short distance, I would discover a group of shops – these were set back from the roadway.

However, in order to keep to the route, I would have to indent from the concreted area and follow the line of the shops before resuming the course in front of the gardens to the next line of houses.

On one training day: I had successfully progressed along the first section of the route and had accomplished great strides as I made my way past the group of shops.

Indeed, I was making significant progress!

I was just about to venture in front of the next set of houses with their gardens enclosed with walls, fences and so on.

I remembered, the first garden had quite a low bricked wall for its perimeter.

My instructor who had been assessing my progress, then encouraged me to follow the low wall around.

Continuing with my white cane, I gently tapped my way along, searching for familiar land marks and textures along the way.

I then began to follow the very low wall in front of the first terraced house.

I thought I was doing quite well.

Then suddenly, a hand touched my shoulder. It was my instructor, she asked, “Do you know where you are.”

“Yes!” came my indignant reply, not realising that there was a purpose in her query.

After pressing me even further with a similar question, “Do you really know where you are?” she then instructed me to tap the wall with my cane. I did. Then she asked me to step onto the wall.

Thinking this was crazy, and not too sure what to do – and hoping beyond hope that no one was watching – with some hesitation, I then stepped onto the wall!

To my utter amazement, it suddenly dawned on me!

O boy!

Without any doubt, I suddenly became aware of the reason why the traffic on my right hand side appeared to be a little too close for comfort!

Gosh!

It turned out, that instead of following the very low bricked wall in front of the terraced houses – I was, instead, following the edge of the curbstones!

Can you believe it? I was actually walking in the road. Right in line of the traffic!

Hum!

As I look back upon the sequence of events, I’m so thankful for the hand of my instructor!

But wait a minute!

In every circumstance of life, I’m also thankful for the hand of God.

Okay, we may at times wander from the perfect path He wants us to travel, but as long as we do not abandon Him – He will never leave us.

Yes, that’s right! When we walk into the thick of trouble, God keeps us alive.

He protects us.

Sure-enough, with His powerful hand He saves us.

Praise Him!

Amen?

Amen!

 

Precious Moments: 

“I delight far more in what you tell me about living – than in gathering a pile of riches!”

The primary and junior school was built on the side of a hill in a Welsh coal mining community.

It was quite a modern building for the area. It consisted of units of classrooms and offices built side by side, formed in a concrete square structure. The interconnecting rooms were designed with the playground in the centre of the building complex.

After loosing my eye sight; I frequently went to the school to accomplish initial skills in white cane training. The layout of the building was the ideal place for finding my way up and down corridors, through doorways, descending and ascending stairways and familiarizing myself with tactile surfaces on the ground.

On one such visit to the school, I had progressed quite well, so well, it was now time to venture outdoors.

Yippee!

Under the observation of my instructor: with the aid of my white cane, I would tap my way along the ground, searching for different textures, obstacles, curbs, steps, corners, walls, exterior doorways and so on.

Anyhow, it became apparent at one time, that we were being watched.

I was later to discover that a little boy who had been watching for quite sometime, seemed totally mesmerised by what he could see.

He was obviously intrigued by the way a grown man was moving a white cane across the tactual surface, tapping the cane in an arched formation as he walked along the way.

What could he be doing?

I had ventured around the playground, manoeuvred my way up and down steps and became fully aware of my bearings – all with the aid of a white cane.

My navigation skills were developing quite well!

On approaching the young boy; who by this time was completely focusing his attention on what I was doing, I suddenly became aware of his utter delight.

The lad was wholly spell bound!!

As I got closer to where he had been observing my progress; the little lad appeared to be jumping up and down with positive glee.

Wow!

Failing to contain his excitement; he came closer and announced with uncontrollable joy, “I know what you’re doing!

- You’re looking for gold!”

 

Superior Force: 

The natural rubber, grid design, non-slip shower mat which I had in my shower cubicle needed a clean. In fact, it was urgently in need of a good wash!

And so, I decided that perhaps the best thing to do, the only thing I could think of, was to put it in the washing machine.

Then, as I stuffed the item into the machine, I suddenly realised I had completely run out of washing powder!

What was I to do?

All of a sudden, as if I had a brain wave, I thought, I know! It may not have been the right idea, not the best, but at the time it was the only thing that came to mind!

Rushing for the washing up liquid, I began to excessively squeeze the liquid into the drum of the washing machine.

Shutting the door tight, I then turned the dial for the correct programme, pressed the on button and left the machine to do its job!

Sometime later, I came back into the kitchen to discover that the washing machine had completed its cycle.

On opening the drum door, I was taken back by surprise, as I became over-powered by a vast multitude of bubbles!

Gasping for breath, as I tried to fight back the encounter, the bubbles began to take over the kitchen!

It seemed, as the bubbles were compressed in the drum with the door closed – they were confined to a small area, but as soon as the drum door was opened – well the rest is history!!

It was like taking part in a real-life science fiction film!

Everything was out of my control. I became overcome by a superior force – an army of soapy globules!

There appeared to be bubbles everywhere. Absolutely everywhere!

What is more, as I tried to wipe them away from my face, it brought a whole new meaning to the song “I’m forever blowing bubbles!”

Then, as I attempted to call for help, my every utterance became a burble, gurgle and splutter!

Over-come by the soapy experience; I was forced to place the shower mat back in the shower cubicle, to finally wash away all the bubbles!

O boy!

Now, I’m not saying that I have this all together. Yep, I’ll freely admit there’s times when I get things wrong. Times when I make mistakes – all be it inadvertently!

Who doesn’t?

How easy it is though, to let these things get us down!

But cheer-up folks, it’s not the end of the world!

Don’t let things get the better of you!

Despite expectations, it was only bubbles!

As we look back upon the sequence of events, it’s so refreshing to have a good laugh.

After-all, a cheerful disposition is good for your health; gloom and doom leave you bone-tired!

Yes, that’s right, laughter is life’s lubricant.

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