How August 18, 1973 Changed My World

I have many new friends who probably have never seen this and/or don’t know why my birthday (yesterday, August 17) is always so bittersweet for me. It’s hard to believe it has been 48 years since that fateful morning. I can remember those details so clearly. It really doesn’t seem possible it was that long ago.

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Pops

On Thursday, July 23, 2020, my Pops, Robert Dubois, entered into Jesus’ presence. He had suffered for several years with COPD, with frequent flare-ups and hospitalizations, and he had gotten to the point that he had to be on supplemental oxygen. But he’d been feeling pretty good for several weeks. We talked to him on…

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When You Are Feeling Lost
and Wondering Where God Is

Random photo of letter tiles with the word 'hope' in the center of the pile.

I have shared part of this post before, telling how I finally came to terms with my grief over my dad’s passing. But I’m sharing it again because the overall message seems to apply today for many, if not most of us. Right now the world seems out of control with the virus, quarantines, conflict,…

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The Day That Changed Everything

Photo of my dad, brother, and me from 1966. We were each dressed in coats and ties, so it was probably either Christmas or Easter; I was about 6 and my brother would have been 3 or 4.

I wrote the original version of this post on an old blog I had on my business site on August 18, 2015. I am updating it here because I’m moving all of my personal posts here and this is an extremely major part of the Life and Times of Paul Timmy and it needed to…

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Remembering my Mom

This post was originally posted on my Oyler Creative business website blog on January 18, 2017. I am moving all of those personal blog posts over to this site to keep the Oyler Creative website completely business-related. Yesterday marked the three-year anniversary of my Mom going home to be with the Lord. I was going…

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Grief and When
You Don’t Understand God

Photo of my dad, brother, and me from 1966. We were each dressed in coats and ties, so it was probably either Christmas or Easter; I was about 6 and my brother would have been 3 or 4.

I first wrote the following (don’t really know what to call it) 13 years ago. It took me a long time to come to terms with the loss of my Dad. And on this day of looking back and reflecting on my Dad’s legacy, I thought I would pull this out again. I also have…

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