On Alarm Clocks

A piece of plastic wrapped around a battery... but how often I have trusted it to wake me up, grumpily slapping its top for more time when it does as I have asked. But likewise, who can explain the requested wake-up call of 6:17 on a Sunday morning, the rousing of a sleepy girl just in time to make her 6:30 working appointments, fully rested, and wide awake at that instant without any humanness involved? I do not deny that it still amazes me even after several months of such a refreshing experience, made perhaps more unique by a grateful heart and wonder-filled eyes, less violence, and a constantly tested faith.