When Time Stands Still

There are times when I am engaged in something that I love, that I feel like the whole world vanishes, and it’s just me and what I am lost in the moment with. I find it amazing, because it almost feels as though time slows down during these moments.

When I write, I can be so taken by the characters I create that they begin to feel real. Not only are they written with tremendous love between them, but there seems to be a magnetic pull — as if God Himself created each of them for the other. Their souls are familiar to one another, and as the story unfolds, I can feel their connection deepening, growing from that first blank page into something alive and breathing.

Time drifts quietly as I write. Love finds its way across the screen, and before I realize it, hours have passed unnoticed. As their relationship blossoms, I begin to see possibilities — the tenderness, the ache, the moments she wishes he would never leave. Yet, I keep writing because love, like every story, must continue.

There is nothing quite as satisfying as reaching that final chapter — that moment when everything has come full circle, when the characters find their peace, and I can finally close the book with a gentle smile.

But writing isn’t the only place where time stands still. There are precious moments in life that leave an imprint on the heart — moments so full of love, presence, or truth that suspend time itself. And though the clock keeps ticking, those memories remain untouched, forever alive in the soul.