Each Friday my writing stems from a word prompt. Five minutes, one word prompt. The prompt this week is … Pause.
Upon seeing the word, I turn to the dictionary and read, “to cause to hesitate or be unsure, as from surprise or doubt” (from dictionary.com).Â
The daily news often has the effect of stopping me dead in my tracks to listen to a breaking story. I must give pause to hear the events unfolding and lately, they shock me time and time again.
My soul has not grown accustomed to the violence done to children and teachers, the discrimination occurring across our country, and the flat out hatred and disrespect spewed out on a regular basis.
The news gives me reason to pause – to stop, to cease my busyness, and think about life and its meaning. The news causes me to remember this is my temporary landing spot for the number of days ordained in my life. We pause here on our journey to eternity.
“For this world is not our permanent home; we are looking forward to a home yet to come.” (Hebrews 13:14,Â NLT)
The news also brings me back to the place my heart longs to dwell.
“One thing I ask of the Lord, this is what I seek: that I may dwell in the house of the Lord all the days of my life, to gaze upon the beauty of the Lord and to seek him in his temple. For in the day of trouble he will keep me safe in his dwelling; he will hide me in the shelter of his tabernacle and set me high upon a rock.” (Psalm 27:4-5, NIV)
In the pause that we find rest, our place of security, and our confidence.
In the pause we live in the assurance of God’s protection and provision.
In the pause that we find our peace.