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40 Words of Lent 2014: Day 8

March 12, 2014 By Sandra Heska King

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I love early morning sun.

DST–not so much.

What do we save by a clock reset anyway?

We’re spending time whether in the dark or in the light.

The real question is, “how much does a reset cost us?”

Word Count: 40

take up your cross

Today’s Reading: Mark 6-11

In the stillness,

Sandy

#LentChallenge

 Linking these sparse words with Holley, Jennifer, Emily, and Lyli

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  1. Shelly Miller says

    March 12, 2014 at 10:20 am

    Just wanted to say how much I love your 40 word Lent series, so creative and full of fun and wisdom. Love the new digs too. Beautimous!

    • Sandra Heska King says

      March 12, 2014 at 2:07 pm

      Thanks, my friend. That Lyla–she’s the blog whisperer.

  2. Angel @ Finding The Inspiring says

    March 12, 2014 at 11:15 am

    Good question Sandra! We were just having a conversation a couple of days ago when someone asked why we still follow the rules of dst. No one had a good answer. Hopefully we have a firmer grasp on the idea of taking up our cross and following Jesus.

    • Sandra Heska King says

      March 12, 2014 at 2:04 pm

      Here’s an interesting history on DST. Apparently it has to do with saving energy–also at one point called “War Time” — both of which could have spiritual implications for our purposes. 😉

      http://www.timeanddate.com/time/dst/history.html

      • Angel @ Finding The Inspiring says

        March 12, 2014 at 2:17 pm

        Thanks for the link! Great info on that site. I guess I’d never heard the FDR “war time” use of dst. Very interesting.

  3. Jody Collins says

    March 12, 2014 at 12:24 pm

    Sandy, I’m thinking this ‘sparse word count’ prompt is maybe from Margaret’s idea of her one word prayers from ‘Wonderstruck.’ It is SO very hard to communicate what we want to say in just a few words–forcing us to make them all count.

    Your point is a good one–we’re spending time whether in the dark or in the light. I’m trying to pay attention to HOW I spend it.

    Thank you for this.

    • Sandra Heska King says

      March 12, 2014 at 1:59 pm

      Actually, the idea just came to me out of nowhere, Jody, just a couple days before Ash Wednesday. It’s been kind of fun so far. I hope I can keep it up. 🙂

      I’m afraid I waste a lot of time…

  4. Sharon @ Faith Hope Cherrytea says

    March 12, 2014 at 3:21 pm

    Being a huge proponent of micro- blogging, I am not one to spend time on wordy blogs –
    we all have so few hrs in our days to begin with..
    less is more

    Thanks for sharing the chat at FHC – your presence is welcomed!

    • Sandra Heska King says

      March 12, 2014 at 6:40 pm

      Less is more. Yes. Thanks for coming by, Sharon. 🙂

  5. Barbie says

    March 13, 2014 at 1:44 am

    I’m truly enjoying this series. So through provoking!

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