The clock is broken in the break room at work. It has been bothering me because I have the habit of looking up at it to see how long I have on my break, or in my work day. I can't do that anymore. It is too high for me to reach and fix and no matter how many times I complain about it, no one seems to remember to fix the darn clock.
It feels like a real life analogy of this 2 week wait. I want to forget what day it is and how many more days until I can be put out of my misery, but I can't help but look at the broken clock... the one that may or may not tell me what I want to hear.
I saw an amazing intense rainbow today after a pretty powerful storm that blew through my city. The clouds were still dark in the horizon but the rainbow shone with an intensity that seemed to defy the storm. I couldn't help but remember God's promise to Noah, to all of us, to me. You will never give us more than we can handle, and You will be there every moment to remind us of Your Glory.
Thank you for that spectacular reminder today. Your Glory and love is more important than that loud tick tock of a time metric that means nothing in the end. The only time that matters is designated time and place for all things.