Recently I had the distinct privilege of caring for two of my daughter’s six foster children who call me Grandma. Heading into town to have some fun, in the car with me were two year-old Cody and four year-old Hannah.* They are true siblings and both very bright.

Hannah could not see the digital clock on my car dashboard and asked what the time was. I told her it was 9:42. We would get to the mall about the time the stores would open. About ten seconds later, she asked again about the time. I looked and responded again, “9:42,” thinking she didn’t hear me the first time.

She replied, “Do your clock wook?”

I laughed out loud, “Yes, darlin’ it works.”

I realized she had heard me and this precious child’s time frames are different than mine. Ten seconds to her computes to at least a minute or more and in her mind the clock should have changed.

Waiting is not fun. She was ready to get there, get out of the car seat, and enjoy herself in the mall.

How often have I wanted to ask God, “Do your clock wook?”

* not their real names.