I believe in miracles, but some are a little wackier than others. Like mud making a blind guy see, and walking on water, and fishes that never run out.
Every afternoon at work between one thirty and four thirty, I write reports, review reports, analyze reports. And instead of passing, time just oozes. Like molasses flowing uphill on a cold day. I'm pretty sure I could defeat a few armies in the afternoons and still have time to paint my toes. If I didn't have to write reports, that is.
Well, today was the exception! I came back from lunch at 1:15ish and started grinding out those reports. When I glanced up, expecting it to be, oh, 1:16, it was already after 2:00! And then a mere blink later it was going on 3:00! And in less time than it would take to take down an Amorite, the work day was over.
Hallelujah! It's a miracle indeed.
Thank you, God, for a fast workday. Thank you for time. Please keep making it go fast during work and slow all the other times. All my love.