In but not of...

Feeling very much a part of earth right now, and I hear the clock ticking...

I have a lot of work to do, but I hear the clock ticking. It is coming from the family room where my son is watching tv, or in the kitchen where he is eating or it is coming from his room where he is listening to music. Every day between now and Thursday, it will get louder and louder..

I hear the clock ticking as Martha prepares to go to serve her mom who is headed for surgery. I will miss her greatly, and I am concerned about how her mom will do thru during and after the procedure.

I had dinner with my parents. My mom has had a difficult time. Their apartment sounded line the clock-works at the top of Big Ben. During our 30-minute visit, she dozed off three times. No strength, no stamina.

Tick, tick, tick...

But isn't God so kind as to give me so much to love?