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My Journey to a Radio Show

I just came from a radio show in which I was a guest. It was an invite from a friend that I met at Rogers Centre last month. He wanted me to share some of my stories. It brought back some great, and not so great memories. Stay tuned. I will let you know when the show will be aired.

Can I tell you a secret? Can you promise to keep it to yourself and not tell anybody?

Ok, here it is. It is in a form of a poem. The author is unknown.

It goes like this:

Broken Toys

As children bring their broken toys,
With tears, for us to mend;
I brought my broken dreams to God
because he was my friend.

But then instead of leaving him in peace to work alone,
I hung around and tried to help with ways that were my own.

At last, I snatched them back and cried,
"How could you be so slow?"
"My child," He said, "What could I do?
You never did let go...."




For years, I have been working so hard, with some successes and some failures (many failures actually lol). I have never fully tried to do what the poem suggests: to let go and let God. To fully give up total control and let Him work his magic. That was until recently. Of course I started with baby steps. I can tell you. It is so hard to give up control when you were used to "make things happen".

The results? It has been miracle after miracle. The obstacles are still there, and some of them are huge. But, I can feel that I am on the right track.

The details will be coming soon.

Moral of the story? Do you want to be on a radio show? Just give up control of your life and you will make baby steps.

Always a pleasure.
Patrick
The Journeyman.

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