{"id":4199,"date":"2015-02-08T14:18:08","date_gmt":"2015-02-08T14:18:08","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/fullmeasureofjoy.com\/?p=4199"},"modified":"2015-02-08T14:18:08","modified_gmt":"2015-02-08T14:18:08","slug":"another-sunday","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/fullmeasureofjoy.com\/?p=4199","title":{"rendered":"Another Sunday"},"content":{"rendered":"

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We\u2019ve once again rounded the final column of the calendar and have found ourselves on Sunday. The beginning of the week. The day of the week to be devoted to worshiping God and rest. I pray that you may find these two elements in your day.<\/p>\n

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I\u2019ve recently celebrated three years of blogging on Full Measure of Joy<\/em>. It\u2019s so hard to believe that it\u2019s been that long, but like child development there has been some tremendous growth along the way. I\u2019ve learned so much about blogging. I\u2019ve learned a great deal about social media. I\u2019ve made some fabulous internet \u201cfriends.\u201d<\/p>\n

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But most of all, I\u2019ve grown in my relationship with Jesus because of writing for His glory each day. It\u2019s been a great journey and one that I don\u2019t intend to end any time soon.<\/p>\n

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As usual, today you\u2019ll be reading an older blog post. I pray that you\u2019ll enjoy reading about the clock in my home.<\/p>\n

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Tick-Tock<\/strong><\/p>\n

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My father-in-law was a master clock maker and repairer. His house was filled with clocks of all size, shape, make and origin. The room that housed his tools and work bench was amazing. Drawers filled with supplies for his craft. And the sound of the house was memorable. The ticking and chiming of clocks filled each room.<\/p>\n

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\"DSC04444\"<\/a>My husband inherited several clocks from his father. Some are unique, while others are classics. Not all of them work, but they mean a great deal to him.<\/p>\n

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The clock that dominates our home is a large wall Regulator. It chimes on the hour and half hour. It is the one thing that keeps me on track throughout the day. Sometimes I don\u2019t hear it. The chiming has become part of our lives and the routine of the day. I take it for granted.<\/p>\n

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But mostly, in the middle of the night, when I\u2019m wide awake and thinking, the clock and its chiming becomes my friend. It tells me exactly what I need to know. \u201cIt is 3:30 a.m. Why are you awake? You\u2019ve slept exactly 5 \u00bd hours. You really need to try to fall sleep.\u201d Or perhaps, \u201cIt is 7 a.m. Time to get up!\u201d<\/p>\n

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My family has become accustomed to the chiming, but guests may find it more annoying than comforting. I know when my grandson comes for a visit, the chiming catches him off guard each time. He just doesn\u2019t know what to think of it.<\/p>\n

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My heavenly Father is much like the Regulator clock hanging on my wall.<\/p>\n

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