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“Tick, Tick, Tick.”

The clock keeps going no matter what we are dealing with in our lives.

For those of you who were born long after clocks that keep time became silent in their keeping of that very important commodity, ALL clocks made a ticking noise as the seconds passed by. I guess this is true for the past few centuries, but once upon a “time,” the hours were kept by a sundial, which I doubt has any noise associated with the telling of each new minute, hour, or day.

So, here I am, feeling philosophical about time. I have it in my calendar to spend time on Wednesdays for “Website Wednesday,” but lately, I have fallen severely behind in a few things because of my recent search for the truth in a mountain of documents at a building I have been giving my time to for the past 12 years.

Quite by accident, I discovered that a few previous members of the organization stole at least $22,000 from the rest of the members long ago. The devious plot was played out so many years before my discovery, that it is unlikely there will be any recourse available to make the wrongs right for the new installment of members in the same organization, going forward.

However, I’m looking back at all the time I spent fundraising and desperately pulling people and resources together so that the building would not become completely dilapidated, and so the community would continue to have a space for events, meetings, and my Church. There were times I wondered “Why?” Why was I feeling compelled to give so much of my time when so many others were uninterested? What good was it doing in the grand scheme of things, after all?

But now, I can look back and see the magnitude of the trouble the organization was in, and that it certainly would have become unavailable for our Church to use – at the least – if not for diligent effort and perseverance through the last many years. That makes me feel grateful that it was on my heart to put in so much effort – and it makes me feel sorry for the few times I began to feel a bit of a grudge against the workload.

Now that I have completed the investigation and handed my documentation over to the proper authorities, I can see the light at the end of the tunnel. A few more bends in the road, a few more miles to go, and I won’t be so encumbered with this organization that has required so much more of my effort and time than I ever expected.

I’m not sure what the next chapter holds for the things I dedicate my time to in my retirement, but I want to be willing to give what is in my heart to give even though I can’t always see the reason why.