“I'm bored.”

I heard that several times this afternoon from a certain young 'un I know and love. The words were polite, not impertinent, but they kept popping up. It wasn't like there was nothing to do – just not the desire of the day.

“Hmmm? Should I tell what happened to me when I said 'I'm bored' in my father's house?” I asked the child's parent with a wicked smile.

“Or what you used to say to me when I was bored” the parent retorted with a nod and a wink toward the young 'un.

After one ill-fated slip, I learned early on in my father's house never to speak out the word bored.

The response that cured me was, “Oh, so you're bored? Well, we can take care of that problem. I want you to empty out this china hutch, dust the shelves, wash all the dishes and put them back.”

And I did. And then I determined to find things to do – out of sight – just in case there were more jobs to be done.

I don't know about you, but I'm running hard for the finish line. I'm giving it everything I've got. No sloppy living for me! I'm staying alert and in top condition. I'm not going to get caught napping, telling everyone else all about it and then missing out myself. I Corinthians 9:26-27