The Day I Changed Time

All day, every day, the time was 6:45.

At least during the times I was sitting in my chair in the sunroom and nobody had changed the battery in the clock I’d been staring at. Or was it staring at me?

If I hadn’t done something, took action, it would have forever been 6:45.

Days passed. 6:45. Day in, day out. Would I be frozen in time forever?

After many days of that, I finally got up, walked to the closet, got a battery, took the clock off the wall, changed the battery, set the time; and life went on.

Had I restarted time? Had it stopped?

Certainly not! It was only my perspective of time that I had modified. Nothing more. Ah, but tomorrow, what about tomorrow? Had that one act impacted tomorrow?

Well, the tomorrows of my mind may not be crippled by that clock, at least not in the same way.

So, why did it matter? Why on earth did the time frozen on that clock matter? Well, I’ll tell you.

During that time, I’m almost always sitting in that same chair between the hours of six and seven am. Time had ceased moving in my mind, at least for a few days that week. When I would arrive in that chair around 6:00, I would not care as I lingered over my first cup of luscious coffee, blurry-eyed and having some clue of the time when I first sat down there. But as time rolled on and I would glance up from my reading and journaling, my mind would begin to think it was 6:45. Maybe it was 6:28, or 6:53, or some other random time. But with the sun arriving to my right, just out the window, I did have some notion that the clock was unhelpful to me at that point, not a significant contributor to my day.

My tomorrows will be different, Lord willing. Some days I will sit in the chair, other days, weather permitting, my morning quiet time will move to the outdoor patio. And I won’t be shackled to that face on the wall, the one staring at me to tell me “when” all the time. No clocks, only the sun and sky, one lonely rooster crowing, a blue heron flying over, sheep grazing and the noise of other farm animals in the distance coming to life.

Yes, change is in the air, coming, coming. More mornings are coming.

The battery was changed. I modified the time, or at the least the measure of it.

Yes, that fateful day, that one Saturday evening I took action, the day I changed the time at 6:01 pm. At least that was the time then. Now, the seconds are ticking again, tick, tick, ticking away.

These are the random thoughts of my mind as I wander through time, pausing to notice, to measure, to listen; to the Maker of it all.

What are you stuck in? What in your life needs a new battery?

Get up. Change the battery. Make your move.