Tonight I watch the clock - attempting to allow enough time to finish laundry, between writing and preparing for what tomorrow requires. The days are connected by projects that begin one day and are finished the next. And by clothes that are worn one day and washed the next and by all the simple things that can slip by with the ticking of minutes.

These ticking minutes do not count something lost but count every breath the Lord gives me, some I would chose and some I would not yet all are things He places in my life each day. Each tick a blessing in itself.
Another day is ending now and I end it thanking Him for provision, and another day in Him.
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