The definition of pause: a temporary stop; a break in a verse; a brief suspension of the voice to indicate the limits and relations of sentences and their parts; temporary inaction especially as caused by uncertainty; hesitation; the sign denoting a fermata; a mark (such as a period or comma) used in writing or printing to indicate or correspond to a pause of voice; a reason or cause for pausing (as to reconsider) a thought that should give one pause; a function of an electronic device that pauses a recording.
When pause is used as a verb, it's defined as to stop temporarily; to linger for a time; stop.
The world is on a pause.
We are navigating through unchartered waters, and quite frankly, for many, scary times. Have any of you looked at the irony of the peak of this virus hitting during Holy Week and Passover? I have to say it’s been on my mind a lot.
As my husband and I were walking the dog we commented that although we will miss being with family, and our church family on Sunday, it’s a good reminder that the church is the people, not the building.
I’ve been taking an online Pilates class and the instructor has urged us all to use the app called “Pause” based on the book, “Get Your Life Back,” by John Eldredge. Every morning and every evening I practice my pause. Listening to scripture and using deep cleansing breaths allowing myself to bring peace and calm into my life.
Our senior pastor also commented last week that we are in a time of pause. I think many of us feel the heaviness of this enforced time-out. As the days go on, I know my own family is becoming restless.
However, in my pause I’m learning a lot. First, because I’m not rushing out the door for exercise or meetings, my day consistently starts with devotionals before my feet hit the ground.
My weakness is not slowing down. Friends call me the Energizer Bunny as I’m always on the go. This pause has been a good reminder for me to stop rushing, stop stressing over the wrong things and walk closer on my spiritual path.
Secondly, I’ve begun sewing again, making masks for Williamson Medical Center. I haven’t sewn for more than 27 years.
Using my time to give to others feels good. And isn’t this what God wants us to do? Give to others as he gave us the ultimate gift.
I shared this on social media however it’s such a God wink, I must share with you readers.
My mom gave me her sewing case. Inside this box are memories of my mom, and my grandma. When I sat down to sew there was another box that I hadn’t opened in years. I was stressing as we were all learning that elastic needed to make the masks was in high demand and there just wasn’t any to be found.
I decided to open the box and right on top was an unopened package of elastic. My eyes filled with tears. The emotion came pouring out as I began to weep. Missing my mom, the stress of this crazy virus, the fear of my own mortality and yet, I knew it was a sign.
Weather the storm, my father and my mom had messaged me from heaven. It’s going to be OK.
The third blessing has been having the time to read. On my bedside is a book, “Entering the Passion of Jesus,” written by Amy Jill Levine. It’s a beginner’s guide to Holy Week. Now, I’m not a religious scholar by any means, and I would say music/hymns is my method of embracing faith however, this book looks at the four Gospels.
It’s been interesting to look at how John tells the story different than the “Synoptic Gospels.”
A passage from the book: “Going through Lent, we face stories of risk, of tragedy, of loss … and of remarkable courage. And of second chances.”
Pause for a moment and read these words again. Allow them to sink in.
This Holy Week may we all use our pause to find light in darkness, use our time to walk closer in our faith and rejoice in the Risen Savior who gave up his life to give us everlasting life.