I was thinking this morning of all the ways we've measured time in the past -
watching sand, like the seconds and minutes of the day, flow through an hourglass, or seeing the sun marking the hours in the shadow of a sundial, set out in the grass.
And I think of the new clock I've been given, a way to mark the time that will last, instead of sand that flows down and is gone, or a shadow that disappears in the dark, I have a clock that measures the joys and the blessings, and each morning is a new start.
My clock takes each loving moment, each word, each gesture, making each one a part of the endless joys and things that I cherish, holding each close in my heart.
My clock measures how very rich I am, but with money it has nothing to do
for each treasure marked is beyond any earthly value, so priceless is each dream come true.
Each tick of my clock adds to the riches, old ones mixed in with the new
Making my heart , like that cup, runneth over, all this joy of loving you!
Each evening I look back at all the riches that I have received that day, and each one lifts my heart in gladness, full of the joy that words cannot say and my thanks go to God, who first rescued me, showing me how to live and pray and for the wonders of all the gifts I've been given, like jewels strewn along my way.
Most of all I rejoice in my life, the wonders of living a dream come true for of all the gifts that I've been given, the most wonderful of all is you.
My clock ticks away, not measuring minutes and hours, but the wonders that each day are new and I cherish each one for they all wrap me in love, this wonder of love even renewed.
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