Selah.

Time stops for no one. It flows and flows. But, for moments like this, selah. Pause. Stop and listen. When I think of the word "selah", a wave of peace crashes over me.

Like a whisper in the wind.
The lightest fabric touch on my skin.
Selah.

I love the way it rolls off my tongue, how sweet it feels to say that word, and it's not even an English word!

Selah.

Just pause.

Stop. Listen.

If I could, I would pause certain moments.

The way the kids' smiles and laughter filled the room as they ran around and had fun.

Selah.

The way the little girl's eyes lit up when I ran around the gym with her.

Selah.

When almost a hundred glowsticks lit up a dark room as music pulsated in the background and more lights bounced off the walls.

Selah.

The sounds of the machines handing out tickets and victorious laughter after hitting the "jackpot".

Selah.

The night rain cool against my body, refreshing me, refreshing the earth.

Selah.

The work of the Lord. Knowing He has shaped every moment, every flower, everything. The colors He had used. For us. Beauty for us. Talents He has given us. All because of a great love for us. Praise be to Him.

Selah.

The way I feel when his eyes meet mine.

Selah.

The quirk of a smile a stranger gives when they are treated with courtesy.

Selah.

A content lull in the conversation between the best of friends.

Selah.

Turning the page of a really good book.

Selah.

Time stops for no one. Oh how I wish it would pause for me at these times so that I may engrave them permanently into my mind without change.

Praise be to God for multitudes of beauty.

Selah.

Pause. Meditate. Stop and listen. Beauty is all around. Don't forget to remember where it comes from.