I read somewhere that time is a gift from God. Time was created when He created the heavens and the earth. I try to remember that on days like this when getting up for work makes me feel 100 years old. I am not a fan of the time change thing. It is all great when I sleep an extra hour in the fall, but this springing forward thing is for the birds.
But what are the ways time is a gift? I suppose life would just be one stagnant blob if time didn't move forward. Time gives me a chance to change and to grow. Time means that life is finite. Sometimes at a funeral or hearing of a death, the end doesn't seem like a gift. But, think of eternity! There must be something better out there.
Anyway, today I am groaning at the alarm clock. Today time will seem to move slowly until I get home and then it will race to midnight before I am possibly ready. I try to get to bed earlier, but while eleven is the latest, I fear seeing midnight this week.
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