Selah-Memorial Day

We often see the word Selah in the book of Psalms. The word Selah means: Take time to pause.

Let's pause to thank those who have represented our country in the military. Both those who gave their life or were injured in service and those who returned to their homes carrying the memories of their service. Let's also remember their families and pray for them.

There is one Psalm that uses the word Selah several times.

Psalm 32

I acknowledged my sin to You,

And my iniquity I have not hidden.

I said, “I will confess my transgressions to the Lord,”

And You forgave the iniquity of my sin. Selah

For this cause everyone who is godly shall pray to You

In a time when You may be found;

Surely in a flood of great waters

They shall not come near him.

You are my hiding place;

You shall preserve me from trouble;

You shall surround me with songs of deliverance. Selah

I will instruct you and teach you in the way you should go;

I will guide you with My eye.

Do not be like the horse or like the mule,

Which have no understanding,

Which must be harnessed with bit and bridle,

Else they will not come near you.

Many sorrows shall be to the wicked;

But he who trusts in the Lord, mercy shall surround him.

Be glad in the Lord and rejoice, you righteous;

And shout for joy, all you upright in heart!

May the Lord grant you peace and bless your family. Happy Memorial Day!

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