WHAT TIME IS IT.

Posted on March 13, 2016 by atimetoshare.me

There’s something about losing an hour that completely throws me off. You’d think I’d be happy for the extra few minutes of sunshine and delighted that it will stay dark until 7 AM, but for me, daily savings time is just another way of confusing this old mind of mine. I went to bed at 8:30 last night, which was really 7:30. I rose at 3:30 this AM which is really 2:30. I really tried to go back to sleep, but my mind just kept swimming with ideas and things that I needed to get done. I tossed and turned and finally gave in at 5 AM. I am now wide awake and I know I’ll be ready for a nap at 9 AM.
What happens to that hour that we lose every spring? How can you just wipe sixty minutes out of your life? Is it because it happens when we’re sleeping that we don’t notice it, or is it just meant to throw us into a state of confusion?
It seems to me that when God created time, He didn’t want people messing with it. He wants us to use every second wisely. Losing that hour might be traumatic for some of us – bothersome for others – and a downright waste of time.
OK enough complaining. I have things to do. Times a wasting!

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As I reach the end of my years, I find I have a lot of good information stored up in this old decrepit mind of mine. If I don't write it all down, it may vanish and no one will have the advantage of my thoughts. This is why this blog exists. I love the Lord, Jesus with all my heart and soul. I know I'm undeserving of all He's done for me, but I also know that His love is beyond my comprehension. I've always wanted to write. I never kept diaries, but tucked my thoughts in my head for future reference. I use them now in creating stories, plays, poetry and my blog. I continue to learn every day. I believe the compilation of our time spent with God will have huge affect on the way we live. I know I'm a sinner and I need a Savior. I have One through Jesus, Christ. My book, "Stages - a memoir," is about the seven stages of life from the perspective of a woman. It addresses all the things girls and women go through in life as they travel it with Jesus, and it is available on Amazon.com.
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9 Responses to WHAT TIME IS IT.

  1. maryhallrayford says:
    March 13, 2016 at 6:36 pm

    I totally agree. We need to leave time alone. It usually takes my body two weeks to adjust.

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    • atimetoshare.me says:
      March 14, 2016 at 6:18 am

      It usually takes me about as long as it takes until the time changes back to get used to it and then I have to start all over again. It was a good idea when originated, but times change.

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  2. Julie (aka Cookie) says:
    March 13, 2016 at 8:05 pm

    I hate all this changing—I wish we’d just get on one time and stay there!!!!

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  3. ThinkingChamber says:
    March 13, 2016 at 10:31 pm

    I know what you mean. 🙂

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  4. Lady Quixote/Linda Lee says:
    March 14, 2016 at 2:39 am

    Hahaha, I loved this so much I just read it aloud to my husband.

    One thing you didn’t mention — all the time wasted resetting all the clocks!!

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    • atimetoshare.me says:
      March 14, 2016 at 6:14 am

      Glad it made you laugh. I don’t think it’s funny really. My old mind just can’t take it anymore.

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      • Lady Quixote/Linda Lee says:
        March 14, 2016 at 1:29 pm

        It made me laugh only because my husband and I are in our sixties… not very far behind you… and we can’t take it anymore, either. My hubs and I both sat up, wide awake, until well after five in the morning last night… or was it really four in the morning? Somehow, the time change throws us completely off balance.

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      • atimetoshare.me says:
        March 14, 2016 at 3:31 pm

        I know right! Us senior citizens have a hard time with change.

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