Thank you, Lord, for the sound of the clock ticking.
You don’t hear the sound of ticking clocks much anymore, now that everything has gone digital. We have a digital clock on the DVD player, on the stove, on the microwave, on the radio and on the coffeemaker. I can sit in one place and see all five of these readouts at once. But when I want to know what time it is, I always look above the mantel to the old Regulator. My mom bought the antique when I was young, so I grew up with the sound of that clock ticking away. Then my kids were raised to the steady rhythm. It is the heartbeat of our home.
Visitors sometimes have a hard time with our clock. They say it’s pretty loud, but I don’t even hear it. In fact, I don’t notice the clock unless it stops; then there is an eerie quiet in the house that feels empty. So every five days or so, I perform the ritual of past generations. I take the key out, wind up the mechanism and give the pendulum a little push. Tick-tock. Tick-tock. All is right with the world.
I’m thankful for the sound of the clock ticking because that means I’m still ticking. Yes, time is ticking away, but every tick is a moment to appreciate and every tock is life…life… life…life.
My times are in Your hands. Psalm 31:15