Sometimes don’t you wish your life had a remote and you could hit pause? I do. If I could have words to say over, hit pause, rethink all the implications and consequences of those words, those actions, things might have turned out much differently. Would that I could hurriedly push pause to stop time long enough to truly say how much a loved one meant to me, before their parting from this world. Aim the pause button at a brilliant sunrise, or on a perfect day no matter the season; extend a giggle-fit episode ending with everyone bending over gasping for breath, smelling a newborn behind the ear and cooing to each other, hearing a song so ethereal it transports you into another world, listening to the whispering stillness at the top of a mountain.

I’m not sure it wise to push reverse, although I think back to childhood summers and wish I remembered more moments of freedom swinging upside down on a summer’s day. I loved swinging and rocking chairs and rocking horses-constant movement-I never thought of that before. I was and still am at sixty, constant movement. Maybe I should have a pause button. Wonder what it would be like to just be still and be quiet. The only time I come near quiet and stillness is on early summer mornings; I’m on the deck sipping coffee and searching out where and which birds are praising the Lord with zealous enthusiasm!

I remember one time You pressed the pause button on me, Dear Lord. It was about an argument I had at Sunday School. The topic, as I remember it, was whether it was more important to be and share with other believers than to have a private relationship with You. I, of course argued that my personal relationship with You was of utmost importance. I still think that is the top priority for me. However, teaching that week, I said something to my students and instantaneously, You stopped time to say to my heart, mind, and soul, “This was what they were trying to say. Do you see that now?” Time stood still. It was a most memorable moment; my life was put on pause; You were using my own words to my students as a teachable moment from You to me. I believe this and lived it. It seemed that time stood still long enough for me to ‘get it’. I am sure my students never even noticed. Maybe we were all put on pause. I’ll never know. I do know You reached out to me in my classroom to make the point that both ways of communicating with You are important, You and I in private conversation, and conversation with other believers sharing their stories, paths, faith.

Thank You, Dear Lord, for that moment; You stopped me; You put my life on pause; You connected with me directly; You showed me that ALL ways of communication with You are valid, acceptable, necessary to further Your Good News, Your Will accomplished on Earth. I was paused; I was stopped; I was stilled; I remember.

Joshua 10:12-14  International Children’s Bible 
That day the Lord allowed the Israelites to defeat the Amorites. And that day Joshua stood before all the people of Israel and said to the Lord:

“Sun, stand still over Gibeon.
Moon, stand still over the Valley of Aijalon.”

So the sun stood still.
And the moon stopped
until the people defeated their enemies.
These words are written in the Book of Jashar.

The sun stopped in the middle of the sky. It waited to go down for a full day. That has never happened at any time before that day or since. That was the day the Lord listened to a man. Truly the Lord was fighting for Israel!

The Lord Our God is Clothed With Might
Lyrics: Henry K. White (1785-1806)

Music: Tappan George Kingsley, 1838

The Lord our God is clothed with might,
The winds obey His will;
He speaks, and, in His heavenly height,
The rolling sun stands still.

Rebel, ye waves, and o’er the land
With threatening aspect roar;
The Lord uplifts His awful hand,
And chains you to the shore.

Howl, winds of night, your force combine;
Without His high behest,
Ye shall not, in the mountain pine,
Disturb the sparrow’s nest.

His voice sublime is heard afar,
In distant peals it dies;
He yokes the whirlwind to His ear,
And sweeps the howling skies.

Ye nations, bend, in reverence bend;
Ye monarchs, wait His nod,
And bid the choral song ascend
To celebrate your God.





One thought on “Remote-me!”

  1. Very inspiring piece , Jan ! that poem is so filled with drama !

    Margaret Smith, ABR®, CRS®, GRI®, SRES®
    Coldwell Banker Caine
    Cell & Text: (864) 270-1108

    “Celebrating 40 years in Greenville Real Estate”

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