The Story of Our Clock
"Time has been transformed, and we have changed; it has advanced and set us in motion; it has unveiled its face, inspiring us with bewilderment and exhilaration.” - Khalil Gibran

Once we had a lovely clock. Day in day out, it would tick away. I’d hear it’s beat providing a source of comfort. I relied on it to keep me on time. One day, something was different. No ticking. The clock had stopped. The silence was disconcerting. Throughout the day, by habit, I’d looked over to it for the time. Each glance was almost a new realization that it had stopped.

Once we had a marriage. On the outside, it was pleasant to look upon. It was in many ways beautiful. Yet, from the beginning, I couldn’t hear the timekeeping beat of our eternal union. I’d listen, but I couldn’t hear its comforting sound. I will be the first to admit, I stopped listening and looking … not because I didn’t want to, but because I felt helpless in not being able to truly feel a sense of marital synchronicity. My heart was so weary and sad in knowing our marriage was not keeping time.

Like any marriage that isn’t cared for nor protected, it begins to slow and not keep true and trusting time -- becoming subject to other problems. In our marriage, it was an outside force that entered -- corrupting the already weakened inner mechanisms.

I wanted to fix our marriage … to take apart every gear and rebuild, but I couldn't without my husband’s help.

Then altogether … it stopped. Silence. In a moment’s notice, our marriage was over. And like the fast secondhand, my husband filed for divorce and moved on. 

Now I have a new and lovely clock. It keeps time. With each second, minute, hour and day that passes, I am seeing and feeling a measurement of Heavenly Father’s healing power being given me! 

Time is a transformative blessing!