The Gift of Time

The Gift Of Time



Mrs. Green sat in her warm and cozy living room. Her dog Ampersand snuggled close to her as it was a cold Sunday morning. The blades of grass outside her front room window were covered in frost as if to preserve them in time. Mrs. Green pulled out her pocket watch and ran her fingers over the smooth case like she had done so many times before. She listened to the familiar and soothing tick, tick, tick.

Mrs. Green saw things differently. She sat and wondered and wondered and thought. She often heard people say how quickly time goes by, how time flies, or ask where the time had gone. She sat listening to the tick, tick, tick.

Mrs. Green saw each minute as a gift. Each tick representing a moment God gave her. Second by second, hour by hour, day by day, the watch reminded her of the gift. She supposed this idea helped her to slow down and enjoy life. She wondered and sat and sat and wondered. The ticking convinced her more and more with every moment that time was something to be savored not rushed, coming not going, being given not taken away.

Mr. Green came down the stairs and scooped up Ampersand in his arms.  The little dog curled up and buried his nose in Mr. Green’s sleeve. Mr. Green looked at Mrs. Green sitting and wondering. He listened to the tick, tick, ticking of the watch and knew his lovely wife understood things differently than most. He was so thankful for his time with her.

“My dear,” he said, “We have the gift of time. What shall we do with it today?”


Copyright Terri Neagle Donaldson 2017

Terri Neagle Donaldson and Stressfreestories, 2017. Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this blog’s author and/or owner is strictly prohibited. Excerpts and links may be used, provided that full and clear credit is given to Terri Neagle Donaldson and stressfreestories with appropriate and specific direction to the original content.



9 thoughts on “The Gift of Time

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s