The clocks on my mantel each tick to their own beat. In our current house there are just two, but originally we had three (the third broke at some point). Here’s a picture of the two that still grace my mantel – one is from the 1850s. The other from the 1870s. Both were purchased from a dear family friend, now deceased, who collected and restored clocks. Each boasts a lovely wooden case, intricate wind-up gears and reverse-painted glass doors. I love their visual presence on the mantel.
I also enjoy the sound of their ticking, though family have had different reactions. “They sound off beat,” notes my husband. “They’re frantic,” my mother used to say. But to me, they beat in sink with my heart, for my heart beats to three different passions.
My deepest passion, like the clock on the right that beats loudest, is my faith that springs deep from within. That tick is my passion for Christ – whose love for me beats steady and strong through it all. This is the beat that starts my day, every day, and keeps me ticking even when life gets tough. It’s my joy and strength.
The middle clock (the one that I still remember fondly) ticked and chimed in two modes and gave peeps every quarter hour. In my heart, that tick tock was the mothering clock that was ever ticking and keeping me moving forward, nurturing and raising my children. That middle clock always seemed to beat faster than the other two, which matched my feeling of often being out of breath with the intensity of parenting and the fullness to bursting – good and bad – of managing all the daily details of life.
Then there’s that third clock. Tall and serene with dainty walnut steeples, its tocks are as delicate as mouse whiskers. In my mind, this is the clock that’s quietly noticing and taking it all in. This mirrors the depths of my heart that are ever sensing and grappling with life’s beauty and pain. This gentle beating comes with a pen in hand. It uses words to pull together and analyze the sometimes seemingly discordant tick-tocks of life. And over the years, it has been a source of renewal and expression that I can’t imagine living without. The result? A mile-high stack of journals, this blog, and my stories and books for children which each in their own way point to God’s goodness and love.
What about you? What makes you tick? Do have any figurative clocks on your life mantel? And what helps you keep them all in sync?
If you enjoyed this post, please consider subscribing to my blog using the subscribe button in the footer or sidebar. I post once or twice weekly with book news, inspirational reflections, tips, interviews and more.