Whenever I notice the clock has hit consecutive numbers in a single time (12:34, 2:34, 5:43, 3:45, etc) or pairs (11:11, 12:12, 10:10) or palindromes (9:09, 2:32, 8:18), I close my eyes and say, “It’s [insert time here]–make a weesh!”

Dunno why.

Just do.

Then, I make my wish.  Often times I end it with, “Amen.” I never knew I did that until I moved in with Mikki.

She thought it was hilarious.

I think it’s a little wonderful.  That all my silly wishes on the clock, a habit from childhood, have become prayers to my Father in Heaven in my adulthood.

Today’s light is the light of childlike faith.

I’m glad that I’m learning what it is to believe as a child believes.  Even if it is the clock that must remind me to do it.