Time

I wasn’t sure what to title this post. I actually began preparing for it on April 2. Father had the words in my head… time-sensitive. Pulling my camera out of my bag, I played around with taking some pictures of my Citizen watch. Wasn’t a fan of any of them. DELETE! Then this idea popped up in my mind to take a picture of a very old clock my grandmother gave to me. It was her timepiece. The face of that clock is the image you see in the featured image.

When I was young, I would watch my Grandmother take this ancient-looking key out and wind her clock up. For some weird reason…Father…I was fascinated with the fact she had to use a key to wind up time. I always had lots of questions about her clock and that dirty golden-looking key. As I got a bit older, she would let me wind it with her. I remember her teaching me…you can’t wind it too tight. I had to be very careful when I would wind it. It made me feel special that Grandma would entrust me with her precious clock. I understood it was fragile and I could destroy her timepiece if I wasn’t gentle with it.

Grandma died when I was ten. Her death wrecked my little world. Years later, I understood it was wrecking my dad’s at the same time. He and I were both in pain over Grandma’s death. As she lay dying, she gave me a ring she had been promising me. I knew that was her way of telling me goodbye. During that time, she also mentioned…that clock was mine. She wanted me to have two items of hers…that she cherished…and knew I cherished as well. Two items we connected through.

Passage of Time

As time passed by, I thought I would probably never get my clock. I never mentioned to Grandpa that Grandma had given that clock to me.

For many years, my Grandpa would spend his Sundays with me…and all holidays. One Sunday shortly after we had moved into our newly built home, I saw Grandpa getting out of the van carrying something in both hands. I went out to greet him…saying…what ya got there. Then I saw it…he was carrying Grandma’s clock and the shelf it had set on for decades.

I was stunned…speechless.

He could tell I was at a loss for words…so, he merely said…you have a place to hang it now.

We finally had our own home and he wanted me to have Grandma’s clock.

A gift I cherish still to this day…not for the manmade item it is…but for the love of Christ…His life…and His time that she gave to me. This clock represents a multitude of things to me…all of which circle back to Him. My Grandmother was a gift from Father to me. No doubt about it. So thankful for the ten years of time I had with her on this Earth. Ready to be reunited with her (and dad) in Heaven someday.

Dead

Bobbi…being the wonderful young lady she is…set my watch directly under the light to get that baby charged up. Meanwhile, I headed to Hannah’s house for dinner.

Later, I get a text from Bobbi…who is checking on my watch…saying she is charging. Hope was alive.

To my dismay, this morning…completely dead again. It seems to have this sporadic movement thing going on. Start…stop…start…stop. Intermittent time. Goodness!!! That isn’t going to work for me.

I am declaring her dead. Pronouncing my Citizen watch…dead.

I was telling Bobbi last night; I don’t NEED a watch for we have phones right here in our hands 24/7. I have a clock…but I don’t know if I can give up wearing a watch. It is part of my wrist. It is like…not wearing a watch means I am naked. I am missing clothes.

Title

Back to the title of this post…the dilemma of…what title do you want me to use here Father. It began as time-sensitive…now I am mulling around these phrases…It’s Time…and A New Time.

It reminds me of a vision I had once. I was in the local jewelry store…one of my favorite places I might add…and I was looking at Rolex watches. The vision kind of caught me off guard because of the prices on Rolex watches. Man…they are PROUD of those babies.

It led me to think about my own value and worth. I had to process through this idea of me…spending an enormous amount of money on a watch for myself when I don’t even NEED a watch. I have a phone. Father and I discussed my value and worth. The question was posed…are you worth a Rolex watch? Does Crystal Ann Laura have that kind of value and worth? Yes…yes, I do.

Am I greater in value and worth than a Rolex watch? Well…🤔…yes…yes, I am.

Then it is equally true…I am worth an upgrade in spiritual time as well.

Remember…I say on repeat…every single thing in this realm…is a picture of…a symbol of…a representation of…what is happening in the spirit realm. The seen realm is a picture to educate us about what is occurring in the unseen realm.

It is time…for a new time…for Crystal Ann Laura to transition into her new time. A Citizen of a New Space and Time. A Citizenship in a New Nation…under ONE…the Truth.

Birth

His timing is mind-boggling really. How He herds time and all things in it like a farmer herds sheep or cattle. It all comes together.

At 6 am this morning, Bobbi and Mitchell left for the hospital to give birth to my granddaughter. It is time…to give birth to LIFE. Life generationally.

For years, I used to say to Father on repeat…I want to see into the past, present, and future…24/7…with 100% accuracy. I want you to remove the veil that separates me from you. I want to KNOW Father Time…Time…intimately and experientially. Withhold NOTHING from me…I want it all. To KNOW it all. To own it all.

The labor has been long and painful…but giving birth to LIFE…makes it all worth it.

It is Time…for a NEW Time. A New Citizenship. A New Nation to emerge…the One New Man.

Can I just say HALLELUJAH?!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Amen…let it be so.