Clock Watcher (1)

These days, I am a clock watcher. I am always running out of time.

If I don't finish this on time, I won't be able to start that on time . . . it's a vicious cycle. So when I saw this humongous clock (I couldn't fit in the frame) in my cousin’s house, I wanted to bring it home! The bigger the better—to remind me of the ticking of the hours.

One time I was hurrying to an appointment and to my horror, I didn’t have a watch on. I hyper-ventilated or hypo-ventilated—couldn’t exactly tell the difference at a time like that.

I know, I know I need to pause and smell the flowers, but there are crazy days and there are crazier days and the craziest days are yet to come.

At our weekly prayer meeting, my friend Sonia said, “You know, it’s only by God’s grace that I am able to get through the day. There are just too many things that need my attention.”

I asked, “Are you talking to me or about me?”

We laughed, we prayed, and we agreed: only by sustaining grace . . .