Time makes noise

I rested Sunday afternoon while sitting in my chair.  But, the quietness of the room, made me aware of one thing.  The repeating noise.

The ticking of the clock, the small one, the one whose hands move.  It had been noticed earlier in the week.  I had planned to remove the batteries.

But, Sunday afternoon as I stretched out under my throw, (the ticking) became one of those "moments" meant for my attention.  The constant was a reminder of "great moments" pushing by, am I allowing myself to linger to acknowledge and recognize each one as grace gifts from God.

I will not be slipping the "life giver" out of the little clock.  The ticking will be used as a reminder that "each movement of the hand counts." 

These life giving moments have been given to me - to say thanks.

For my learning, drawing close and looking unto the

 "Giver of Life"

 and for seeing them written on paper.

180. the cheery chirp

181. the sooner than expected UPS delivery

182. rays of sunshine across the floor

183. new books by my chair

184. oldest loves his job

185. the warmth from my throw

186.  better yet the warmth radiating from sweethearts feet

187. youngest cleaning yards

188.  yellow roses in calloused hands

189.  listening ears of a caring doctor

190.  the swishing noise of the dishwasher

191.  the Wednesday night moon

192.  e-mails of encouragement

 193. flag waving outside the window

194.  humbled by prayers, bare feet & water

195.  Sunday rest for the whole family

196.  music to remind "to worship while I'm waiting"

197. grocery shopping on his way home from work

198.  laughter with my mother in law

199.  plans for time with a dear friend

200. new mother describing son's new words