For those of us who have worked in industry we are very familiar with the reporting of our hours worked through a time clock. We begin our day by punching in to work and punching out to end the work day. The time clock records each employees hours worked, if they were late getting to work or didn’t work at all. When we are born into this world a heavenly time clock begins, each moment of our lives is recorded.

We are each assigned earthly caretakers, their responsibility is to teach us to understand and respect our surroundings; all that the Master Creator has made or our enjoyment, the importance of relationships and the power of love. Unfortunately, some caretakers are wounded spirits needing healing; they can only pass on what they have received. In theses cases the hurt they have experienced is perpetuated affecting all they come in contact with, creating dysfunction in the teaching cycle.

For some love can be seen even through the dark clouds of dysfunction, others search for the answer to explain the greatest question; why me? We all eventually come to an understanding of the world we exist in and the lives we are living. We recognize our existence is but a brief moment and like the flowers we fade away on the winds of time. Our memory is all that remains of our journey after we punch the time clock of life. The essence of the love we shared will linger in the hearts of those we touch along the way.

Love is the magical thread that connects us to our Creator, it is the beginning of every thing that was created; all was born from love, the Creators love. When we lost our way, love came to seek, find, and redeem us to itself. Love healed our hurts, brought clarity to our confusion and forgave our waywardness. The heavenly time keeper records every moment of our lives; the good, bad, and ugly. The times we asked for forgiveness and the times we forgave.

when we were selfish and selfless, but ; more important than these the times we loved unconditionally, so live your life so that when the time clock of life is punched; love will be written on the pages of your book.

My revelation as I set by the pool of grace.