Being a Teenager

Ack, last night, as I started packing for the millionth time in my life (or so it feels), I found the very first (no, second... first, was the Titanic soundtrack. Ouch) cd I bought with my own money. Frantik by The World Wide Message Tribe. I immediately put in on my computer and started to listen. Images of myself dancing to this music in my room came leaping to mind, and instead of thinking "Oh dear!" I thought "How much fun were those times!" And they were fun times, though the music is not exactly to my taste anymore, the lyrics are sound (and they rhyme most of the time - rap...) and it's fun to sing along to and dance to. I just don't want to think what anyone who hears those sounds emanating from my room thinks of my taste in music. Those who don't know the history, the memories, the young faith that this cd represents to me. If you take all of that out, yeah... I think I should turn the music off now. And an encouragement for today - on a more serious note perhaps. This came into my email box this morning and was just what I needed to hear. Galatians 6:9 says "So don’t get tired of doing what is good. Don’t get discouraged and give up, for we will reap a harvest of blessing at the appropriate time." Phew. That's good. This morning, I woke up and could not think of how best to respond to a particular situation I'm in. I read the passage for today in my devotional and God said some good things. Things that encouraged me. More specifically, He encouraged me to pray at all times, no matter what. Even when he seems far, to keep on praying for people, keep on praying when they don;t hear what you're saying. And it was good to hear, but when I read that email, it was just perfect. It told me exactly what I needed to do. So yay, God! Once again, you provide me with what I need, when I need it. Praise be to the LORD my Rock, who trains my hands for war, my fingers for battle. He is my loving God and my fortress, my stronghold and my deliverer, my shield, in whom I take refuge. Psalm 144:1-2