My bedside clock read 5:55am this morning; time to rise and shine. “Its gonna be a bright sun shiny day” was coming through CBC Radio 2 as my good morning wake-up call.
Quite often as of late, I have noticed repeating digits during my day, or night, when I look for the time. At first I simply believed it was a coincidence and it was dismissed. Eventually, I started noticing just how often these coincidences were occurring and my curiosity was peaked. I was compelled to look into this phenomenon and, therefore, I did what any logical person in my position would do; I googled it.
To my surprise, this phenomenon was quite common across the google informed world. To my relief, I was not a basket case, but rather someone quite special; a chosen one. According to many of the interesting sites, I was chosen to receive divine signs from God. Deep breath; thank you, God, for making me matter. I am one of a chosen few.
From that point on, whenever I saw 2:22 or 5:55 or 11:11, I was compelled to pause, make note of the momentous moment, and then pass it on to other believers, other faithful ones, other chosen ones. It became a bit of a game within my family; a bit of a joke within my circle of friends; it was never mentioned to co workers for fear of their discernment or good sense.
Finally, thank the Lord, this morning, this day, as I rose at 5:55 am I had a well-timed epiphany. It is all about time. Time is of the utmost import here. Time, the universal measurement used by everyone world wide – it is ticking along, so make the best of it, use it or waste it wisely; but do not take it for granted.