Tick, Tock

Tick, tock, tick, tock, tick, tock…

The steady rhythm was maddening. It never sped up, just stayed at the same, consistent, regulated beat. Penelope felt quite ready to scream, having lain in bed for so long just listening to the ticking, ticking, ticking clock. Tick tock. Tick tock.

Finally, with a quiet growl, she threw off the covers and stepped out of bed, pulling on her robe to shield from the cold and padding down the stairs. Her feet sank into the plush carpet as she reached the living room and took a seat on the couch. This way at least she’d be away from the clock as she tried to sleep and she’d be the first one to the Christmas tree. It was set up in the corner near the electric fireplace, all lit up. It sparkled and glittered in its own lights, which reflected off the ornaments to send colors splaying all over the room.

As Penelope pulled a throw over her and settled into place, she heard a snick, snick, snick sound and glared at the clock on the mantle. “I thought you didn’t make noise,” she muttered. She tried to ignore it, but the harder she tried the louder it seemed. She tossed the throw back onto the back of the couch with another fierce glare at the clock and headed down into her father’s den. There was an couch down there that smelled like old leather and his aftershave, and it would do all right for a bed. It’s Christmas Eve, she thought. Why am I so irritable?

She laid on the couch and sighed, trying to relax. After a while of the silence, she was finally able to fall asleep.


Penelope was woken by someone shaking her, and she looked up to see her father standing over her. “Hey, Pen. Why are you all the way down here?”

“The clocks were annoying,” she answered, getting up. Realization hit her. “It’s Christmas!”

Her father nodded with a grin and Penelope dashed up the stairs. No more waiting, no more maddening clocks, just family and light and presents and… She glanced out the window. Snow! She jumped and ran into the living room, almost right into her mom. “It’s snowing!”

Her parents laughed and the three of them sat around the tree, passing out presents and enjoying the peace and joy that flooded the house.

Courage Is…

Time for another member of this series. I did one on love, which started it, and then two weeks ago I did one on hope, and they’re linked there if you’d like to go find them. This one is obviously about courage.

Courage is standing up to a bully, even though your heart is pounding in terror.

Courage is withstanding the jeers of those against your beliefs with your head up, even though your heart is breaking.

Courage is dashing into a fight to save your friends, forgetting your fear in the heat of the moment.

Courage is owning up to a mistake even though you know it’ll get you in trouble.

“Courage is living up to your destiny, even if it means fighting dragons.” (This was one my sister suggested and it made me laugh so I decided to share it.)

“Courage is not the absence of fear, but rather the assessment that something else is more important than fear.” ~ Franklin D. Roosevelt.

And lastly, “Without fear, there cannot be courage.” ~ Eragon by Christopher Paolini.


Sleep my child, be at peace.

Sleep my child, dream sweet dreams.

Dream of snow and happy faces.

Dream of love and fireplaces.

Sleep my child, deeply dream.

Sleep my child, don’t you scream.

Dream of mangers and of babes.

Dream of One who came to save.

Sleep my child, sleep in peace.

Sleep my child, dream sweet dreams.

Hope Is…

Hope is hard to describe.

Hope is when you have nothing and someone cares enough to take care of you.

Hope is watching and waiting for a savior.

Hope is knowing that someone cares enough for you to give their life away on your behalf.

Hope is intertwined with faith and love.

Hope is seeing someone return from darkness to light.

Hope is seeing someone rise from the dead.

Hope is knowing Jesus will come again.

Hope is knowing the darkness will eventually fade.

Hope is holding onto that knowledge even when it’s hard.


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