"So what time is it actually?"
I’ve given up on explaining daylight savings time to my kids.
- Dad, why was it so dark this morning at the bus stop?
- Remember when we were talking about daylight savings time? We lost an hour over the weekend when we set our clocks ahead.
- But if we lost an hour, why is it called daylight “savings” time?
- Well, we didn’t actually lose an hour. We just changed the time so the sun would be out for an extra hour in the evenings.
- So what time is it actually? And where did that hour go? This is so confusing.
There is one part of daylight savings time that’s clear to me. I enjoy my mornings with the extra hour.
I enjoy greeting the sunrise. The promise of a new day. That feeling of having an “extra hour” before the day starts, which encourages me to lean into my morning quiet.
Maybe it’s simply the fact that it’s my first spring in #puremichigan, after years living in a climate where there really aren’t changing seasons. Maybe it’s the melting snow. Maybe it’s the Lent devotion that I’m reading each morning, which has been great. Whatever the reason, I’m experiencing Jesus in a fresh way each morning during this Lenten season, especially after the time change. And I have been reminded that he doesn’t change. He is enough.
The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases; his mercies never come to an end; they are new every morning; great is your faithfulness. Lamentations 3:22-23 ESV
Let’s all lean into that “lost hour” from daylight savings time.
For the Great Lakes Bay Region,
Paul Miller, Executive Pastor