Pause

Friday 5 minute incomplete thoughts

I wrote on Friday, and then I paused. I wrote something different on Saturday. Again, the Spirit said “wait”. Again I paused. Then I said, I am late. I have to write something. And the question came, “Who is telling you that?”

How often do I submit to the demands and expectations of others and even myself? The Psalms say many times, Selah, which means pause, and think on that. How long is a pause? As long as it takes to realize who and where you are and where and who God is. The presence of God goes with us, but how often do we not recognize or reveal Him to anyone else? The pause makes all the difference in what is poured out.

Dorothy always was home. She just had to pause and think on that.