Yesterday I was in Wal-mart and I saw a rack of posters in one of the aisles. It had the usual - Jonas Brothers, Hannah Montana, and the rest of the Disney stars prominently featured. But at the very front was a Twilight poster. After shuddering over Robert Pattinson's red-eyed stare and messed-up hair, I noticed that it said something on the top.
"If you could live forever, what would you live for?"
The question hit me as strangely true. I'm probably one of the only teenage girls who hasn't read the Twilight series, so I have no idea what the book/movie's answer to that question was. Something to do with love or vampires, I'm sure. But it struck me that, as Christians, we can live forever. We know that, even though our physical bodies may die, our spirits will live on eternally with God.
So what do we live for?
We all know that Christ should be the answer to this question. But how many of us can honestly say that we live for Christ every second of every day? That we love him above all else, even things like money, fame or love? Just a thought.
On another note, there's a guy I know from church who has a reputation for godliness. Friday night at Free Pizza Friday at our church, I was talking with some friends of mine. They were saying that he prays about everything - and I mean everything. One girl exaggerated and said, "He probably even prays about what to eat! It's like, 'Dear God, should I have cheese or pepperoni pizza?'" Today in Sunday school we were talking about gossip and one of this guy's friends told everyone that when the conversation even sounded like they were about to start to gossip, he'd say, "Hey, guys, let's not talk about that." He shares his faith boldly and openly with friends and coworkers. He's known at his school to be a Christian, unable to stop telling classmates about Christ, and having to be told to take his Bible off his desk. He always serves at church, even to taking all the girls' chairs after Sunday school and stacking them so we don't have to. See what I mean when I say he has a reputation for godliness? How cool is it that everyone knows he's a Christian by the way he lives, that no one has to ask him what he believes because they already know. I want to live like that.
Sunday, April 26, 2009
Thursday, April 16, 2009
sunday school musical
Just when you thought they couldn't come up with anything else to make money off the High School Musical market...
There's been two sequels (and reportedly they're considering making High School Musical 4), a stage show, an ice show, chart-topping soundtrack CDs, karaoke CDs, slippers, pillowcases, even hairbrushes covered with HSM pictures. I even saw a book at Lifeway entitled Wildcats in the House: Spiritual Stuff You Can Get From High School Musical. I can only vaguely remember the little I read in it, but I seem to remember it containing such gems as, "The Bible tells us to be unified. In 'We're All In This Together...'" Wow. Pretty cheesy, huh? I thought that was the worst it could get.
I was wrong.
Almost two months ago, I was in a Christian bookstore in DC looking for a DVD to watch when I saw it.
Yeah, you're seeing that right. It's called Sunday School Musical. Strangely enough, it's not made by a church in hopes of drawing in some of High School Musical's fans. Apparently it's made by Faith Films, a small division of Warner Brothers. Yes, Warner Brothers is putting out this kind of movie. The director, Rachel Lee Goldenberg, has directed or assisted with several other weak imitations of popular movies. If the title wasn't enough, the cover's similarity to any one of the High School Musical DVD covers should convince you. Except that the stage curtains are green instead of red, and the characters are wearing choir robes instead of HSM 3's graduation robes, it looks almost identical to the HSM DVDs.
When I saw the DVD, I couldn't stop laughing. I took a picture of the cover with my cell phone and texted it to some friends who would find it funny. My friends Chelsea and Marefia found it just as funny as I did, and we talked about renting it and watching it just for laughs. I looked it up online, and the Blockbuster a few miles from my house had two copies of it. So we rented it, and Monday morning, because the public schools had the day off for a teacher workday, we watched it.
It was just as funny as we expected it to be. The main character, a guy named Zach (which sounds a little too close to Zac, as in Zac Efron, for me) likes to sing on the rooftop of his old apartment building. He and his church school's choir are going to the state competition (pronounced "the states competition by the actors) with their song-and-dance version of "This Little Light of Mine." Because the third choir couldn't make it to the regional competition, their out-of-tune, supposedly uncool rivals, the Crossroads Christian School choir, advance to the finals as well.
But when Zach goes home for dinner that night, his mom surprises him with the news that she's lost her job and they'll have to move in with his aunt to save money. Surprise, surprise, the school he ends up going to is Crossroads Christian. To make a long story short, he helps Crossroads Christian's choir improve, and then when Hawthorne (his old school) closes down so his old choir can't go to state, he combines the two choirs into one, making all dissension disappear with a song and a dance. In the end, they don't win the competition because of an unfair dismissal, but the winners give up their prize to the "real" winners.
There were several moments that made us roll on the floor laughing. For example, when Zach walks into the classroom of Crossroads Christian School for the first time, the glasses-wearing geek (honestly, what else do you call a guy who is overeager to present an hour-long presentation on the painting of The Last Supper and then has to be stopped after that amount of time by the teacher, even though he was "just getting started.") turns around, slides his glasses down his nose just enough so that he can look over them at Zach in a wanna-be threatening look, and says, "I'm onto you." What he was supposedly onto was Zach's "plan" to spy on their choir. He seems to really like the glasses-slide-down-threatening-look thing, which he repeats numerous times throughout the movie.
The way that the characters go from boring students to expert dancers is almost laughable. There's a character named Margaret who always has her nose in a book, even hiding it in her choir folder and reading when she's supposed to be singing. Her excuse for not singing? "Hello, I'm shy!" By the end of the movie, she's dancing and singing enthusiastically with the rest.
My personal favorite song was the one called "You're Not the Boss." Savannah, Zach's love interest, and Miles, the geek of "I'm onto you" fame, have a sing-off at the lunch tables, dancing and jumping from table to table in the midst of kids sitting there doing homework apparently oblivious to Savannah and Miles singing and dancing almost on top of their textbooks.
But the cheesiest moment started at home between Savannah and her dad. She tells him that she's not overwhelmed with all the stuff she's doing - yet. "Well, if you ever do, you can always do what your mother did," her dad tells her. "What's that?" she asks. "Well, she'd take a piece of bubble gum, and she'd blow a big bubble. And then she'd say a little prayer that went something like this, 'Dear God, make this bubble take my trouble.' Then she'd pop it - and all her trouble would be gone." During a stress-filled moment near the end of the movie, Savannah steps out of the room and blows a bubble, smiling up at the sky after it pops. Don't you wish stress could be relieved that easily?
The movie ends with an awkward kiss between Zach and Savannah, cutting upward for a happily-ever-after feel. But their try at a happy ending doesn't take away from the so-bad-it's-funny rest of the movie.
If you ever need a laugh, go watch Sunday School Musical. :)
There's been two sequels (and reportedly they're considering making High School Musical 4), a stage show, an ice show, chart-topping soundtrack CDs, karaoke CDs, slippers, pillowcases, even hairbrushes covered with HSM pictures. I even saw a book at Lifeway entitled Wildcats in the House: Spiritual Stuff You Can Get From High School Musical. I can only vaguely remember the little I read in it, but I seem to remember it containing such gems as, "The Bible tells us to be unified. In 'We're All In This Together...'" Wow. Pretty cheesy, huh? I thought that was the worst it could get.
I was wrong.
Almost two months ago, I was in a Christian bookstore in DC looking for a DVD to watch when I saw it.
Yeah, you're seeing that right. It's called Sunday School Musical. Strangely enough, it's not made by a church in hopes of drawing in some of High School Musical's fans. Apparently it's made by Faith Films, a small division of Warner Brothers. Yes, Warner Brothers is putting out this kind of movie. The director, Rachel Lee Goldenberg, has directed or assisted with several other weak imitations of popular movies. If the title wasn't enough, the cover's similarity to any one of the High School Musical DVD covers should convince you. Except that the stage curtains are green instead of red, and the characters are wearing choir robes instead of HSM 3's graduation robes, it looks almost identical to the HSM DVDs.
When I saw the DVD, I couldn't stop laughing. I took a picture of the cover with my cell phone and texted it to some friends who would find it funny. My friends Chelsea and Marefia found it just as funny as I did, and we talked about renting it and watching it just for laughs. I looked it up online, and the Blockbuster a few miles from my house had two copies of it. So we rented it, and Monday morning, because the public schools had the day off for a teacher workday, we watched it.
It was just as funny as we expected it to be. The main character, a guy named Zach (which sounds a little too close to Zac, as in Zac Efron, for me) likes to sing on the rooftop of his old apartment building. He and his church school's choir are going to the state competition (pronounced "the states competition by the actors) with their song-and-dance version of "This Little Light of Mine." Because the third choir couldn't make it to the regional competition, their out-of-tune, supposedly uncool rivals, the Crossroads Christian School choir, advance to the finals as well.
But when Zach goes home for dinner that night, his mom surprises him with the news that she's lost her job and they'll have to move in with his aunt to save money. Surprise, surprise, the school he ends up going to is Crossroads Christian. To make a long story short, he helps Crossroads Christian's choir improve, and then when Hawthorne (his old school) closes down so his old choir can't go to state, he combines the two choirs into one, making all dissension disappear with a song and a dance. In the end, they don't win the competition because of an unfair dismissal, but the winners give up their prize to the "real" winners.
There were several moments that made us roll on the floor laughing. For example, when Zach walks into the classroom of Crossroads Christian School for the first time, the glasses-wearing geek (honestly, what else do you call a guy who is overeager to present an hour-long presentation on the painting of The Last Supper and then has to be stopped after that amount of time by the teacher, even though he was "just getting started.") turns around, slides his glasses down his nose just enough so that he can look over them at Zach in a wanna-be threatening look, and says, "I'm onto you." What he was supposedly onto was Zach's "plan" to spy on their choir. He seems to really like the glasses-slide-down-threatening-look thing, which he repeats numerous times throughout the movie.
The way that the characters go from boring students to expert dancers is almost laughable. There's a character named Margaret who always has her nose in a book, even hiding it in her choir folder and reading when she's supposed to be singing. Her excuse for not singing? "Hello, I'm shy!" By the end of the movie, she's dancing and singing enthusiastically with the rest.
My personal favorite song was the one called "You're Not the Boss." Savannah, Zach's love interest, and Miles, the geek of "I'm onto you" fame, have a sing-off at the lunch tables, dancing and jumping from table to table in the midst of kids sitting there doing homework apparently oblivious to Savannah and Miles singing and dancing almost on top of their textbooks.
But the cheesiest moment started at home between Savannah and her dad. She tells him that she's not overwhelmed with all the stuff she's doing - yet. "Well, if you ever do, you can always do what your mother did," her dad tells her. "What's that?" she asks. "Well, she'd take a piece of bubble gum, and she'd blow a big bubble. And then she'd say a little prayer that went something like this, 'Dear God, make this bubble take my trouble.' Then she'd pop it - and all her trouble would be gone." During a stress-filled moment near the end of the movie, Savannah steps out of the room and blows a bubble, smiling up at the sky after it pops. Don't you wish stress could be relieved that easily?
The movie ends with an awkward kiss between Zach and Savannah, cutting upward for a happily-ever-after feel. But their try at a happy ending doesn't take away from the so-bad-it's-funny rest of the movie.
If you ever need a laugh, go watch Sunday School Musical. :)
Monday, April 13, 2009
true love died
A song we've been singing at my church lately is "True Love" by Phil Wickham. The chorus goes like this:
The earth was shaking in the dark,
all creation felt the Father's broken heart.
Tears were filling heaven's eyes
the day that true love died,
the day that true love died.
When blood and water hit the ground,
walls we couldn't move came crashing down.
We were freed and made alive
the day that true love died,
the day that true love died.
Yesterday, Easter Sunday, the words really hit me. What does this world think love is? An emotion, physical attraction, an ideal. For us, as imperfect humans, it's true that those things are part of it. But they're missing the main thing - and twisting the rest. Love, agape love, is more than just a feeling. I have a note that I wrote in the margins of my Bible that says, "Agape love is a choice of will to love no matter what."
And God chose - he chose. Notice that word. No one forced him to do it. God chose to sacrifice his only son for messed-up humans who would ignore him, reject his gift, and even openly hate him. Though they didn't love him, God chose to love them. He loved no matter what.
But think about the words of that song. Jesus, the epitome of true love, died. For us. How against the ideas of this world it is to sing that love is dying. Death and love are not often associated with one another. But John 15:13 tells us that "greater love has no one than this, that he lay down his life for his friend." God himself tells us that love equals willingness to die. And Jesus was willing to die. He died, betrayed by a close follower, abandoned by his disciples and disowned by the one who had vowed to stay by him forever, scorned by those who had days before cheered him as the coming Messiah, brutally murdered by those he came to save, bearing the sins of this world on his sinless shoulders, and feeling the wrath of his Father for the sins that he had not committed. He died alone, forsaken by everyone. The perfect lamb of God died one of the most horrific deaths this world has ever invented. He chose to die because of his great love for us. And that picture, of a man bloodied beyond all recognition, hanging exposed on a rough wooden cross, is the most beautiful picture of love in all of history. He endured all this for us. True love died.
The earth was shaking in the dark,
all creation felt the Father's broken heart.
Tears were filling heaven's eyes
the day that true love died,
the day that true love died.
When blood and water hit the ground,
walls we couldn't move came crashing down.
We were freed and made alive
the day that true love died,
the day that true love died.
Yesterday, Easter Sunday, the words really hit me. What does this world think love is? An emotion, physical attraction, an ideal. For us, as imperfect humans, it's true that those things are part of it. But they're missing the main thing - and twisting the rest. Love, agape love, is more than just a feeling. I have a note that I wrote in the margins of my Bible that says, "Agape love is a choice of will to love no matter what."
And God chose - he chose. Notice that word. No one forced him to do it. God chose to sacrifice his only son for messed-up humans who would ignore him, reject his gift, and even openly hate him. Though they didn't love him, God chose to love them. He loved no matter what.
But think about the words of that song. Jesus, the epitome of true love, died. For us. How against the ideas of this world it is to sing that love is dying. Death and love are not often associated with one another. But John 15:13 tells us that "greater love has no one than this, that he lay down his life for his friend." God himself tells us that love equals willingness to die. And Jesus was willing to die. He died, betrayed by a close follower, abandoned by his disciples and disowned by the one who had vowed to stay by him forever, scorned by those who had days before cheered him as the coming Messiah, brutally murdered by those he came to save, bearing the sins of this world on his sinless shoulders, and feeling the wrath of his Father for the sins that he had not committed. He died alone, forsaken by everyone. The perfect lamb of God died one of the most horrific deaths this world has ever invented. He chose to die because of his great love for us. And that picture, of a man bloodied beyond all recognition, hanging exposed on a rough wooden cross, is the most beautiful picture of love in all of history. He endured all this for us. True love died.
Sunday, April 5, 2009
random
A lot of different things have been happening lately in my life so this is going to be a somewhat random post...
Two Sundays ago, I slept in and missed Sunday school - and, apparently, a guy making racist comments to my friend, who is African-American. She was wise enough to turn the other cheek and ignore his comments, even welcoming him when he walked up to her on Sunday night. So this morning, as I was walking to the car, I ran into my friend Marefia. "I have to tell you something," she said. And then she told me that the guy who made those comments received Christ during the third service! How awesome is that? I believe that my friend being a good example of Christ to him played at least a small part in his eventual acceptance of salvation.
Lately I've been realizing that serving others isn't necessarily doing something big. It mainly means making small sacrifices. For example, sacrificing my time to help my mom clean out her closet, or getting my little brother a glass of water even when I'm exhausted. I think these are the kind of sacrifices that God is pleased with.
Friends are amazing. And I have so many different kinds of friends. Crazy friends, serious friends, friends who are decidedly country people, friends who love busyness and big cities, faraway friends, friends who live just down the road, old friends, new friends, sweet friends, outspoken friends, girl friends, guy friends, very conservative friends, slightly more liberal friends, friends who make me laugh, and friends who encourage me. They all make me smile just to remember that I know them.
This past week, everyone in my family - except me - has been sick. I've been the one doling out pain medication for the headaches, hot tea for the sore throats, and cough medicine for the constant coughing. Friday was a slow day. We slept in, made strawberry smoothies, and I watched Ella Enchanted with my little sister who could barely talk because of an extreme sore throat. Apparently this virus makes my sister have nightmares, and my parents are up at 1 a.m. convincing her that she really doesn't need to save the world after she wakes up from another crazy dream that makes her determined to save everybody. Life is crazy.
Yesterday my mom, my sister and I went on an impressively successful shopping trip to the mall...we actually found two skirts that weren't either two inches long or sweeping the floor. Now that is unusual. It's so hard to find clothes that aren't extremely revealing.
This week the college I take a class at has Easter Break, so I get a break from class this week! Exciting stuff! I think this week I'm going to relax and not worry so much about school and stuff. I've been so busy and it's physically wearing me out. I think it'll be nice to just relax and not have things to worry about.
Tonight at Overflow Dave said something that made me think. In Ephesians 3, Paul talks about the "unfathomable riches of Christ." God is unfathomable. You can't put him in a box, and you can't understand him. Something to think about.
Good night -
Lauren
Two Sundays ago, I slept in and missed Sunday school - and, apparently, a guy making racist comments to my friend, who is African-American. She was wise enough to turn the other cheek and ignore his comments, even welcoming him when he walked up to her on Sunday night. So this morning, as I was walking to the car, I ran into my friend Marefia. "I have to tell you something," she said. And then she told me that the guy who made those comments received Christ during the third service! How awesome is that? I believe that my friend being a good example of Christ to him played at least a small part in his eventual acceptance of salvation.
Lately I've been realizing that serving others isn't necessarily doing something big. It mainly means making small sacrifices. For example, sacrificing my time to help my mom clean out her closet, or getting my little brother a glass of water even when I'm exhausted. I think these are the kind of sacrifices that God is pleased with.
Friends are amazing. And I have so many different kinds of friends. Crazy friends, serious friends, friends who are decidedly country people, friends who love busyness and big cities, faraway friends, friends who live just down the road, old friends, new friends, sweet friends, outspoken friends, girl friends, guy friends, very conservative friends, slightly more liberal friends, friends who make me laugh, and friends who encourage me. They all make me smile just to remember that I know them.
This past week, everyone in my family - except me - has been sick. I've been the one doling out pain medication for the headaches, hot tea for the sore throats, and cough medicine for the constant coughing. Friday was a slow day. We slept in, made strawberry smoothies, and I watched Ella Enchanted with my little sister who could barely talk because of an extreme sore throat. Apparently this virus makes my sister have nightmares, and my parents are up at 1 a.m. convincing her that she really doesn't need to save the world after she wakes up from another crazy dream that makes her determined to save everybody. Life is crazy.
Yesterday my mom, my sister and I went on an impressively successful shopping trip to the mall...we actually found two skirts that weren't either two inches long or sweeping the floor. Now that is unusual. It's so hard to find clothes that aren't extremely revealing.
This week the college I take a class at has Easter Break, so I get a break from class this week! Exciting stuff! I think this week I'm going to relax and not worry so much about school and stuff. I've been so busy and it's physically wearing me out. I think it'll be nice to just relax and not have things to worry about.
Tonight at Overflow Dave said something that made me think. In Ephesians 3, Paul talks about the "unfathomable riches of Christ." God is unfathomable. You can't put him in a box, and you can't understand him. Something to think about.
Good night -
Lauren
Friday, April 3, 2009
impact
When I got home from serving at a women's coffee at our church tonight, my sister had some amazing news for me. She and I started a Christian girls' magazine several years ago, and also created a website for it. Since I started my junior year, I've been just too busy to keep doing the magazine, so she's taken it over, but I still help with grammar editing and managing the website. So when I walked in the door, my sister said, "Someone became a Christian because of our website!" I looked on the message board, and sure enough, someone had typed, "I became a Christian because of this awesome website!"
Wow. Talk about amazing. Because my sister and I started a little magazine and a website, a soul was eternally saved. I don't know quite what it was, but something on our website had an impact on this girl, and God worked in her heart so that she was willing to open her life to him and allow him in. I feel like for once in my life, something that I've done has had eternal impact. I am so excited!!!! God is awesome, the way he works in lives and in hearts to draw us closer to him.
Wow. Talk about amazing. Because my sister and I started a little magazine and a website, a soul was eternally saved. I don't know quite what it was, but something on our website had an impact on this girl, and God worked in her heart so that she was willing to open her life to him and allow him in. I feel like for once in my life, something that I've done has had eternal impact. I am so excited!!!! God is awesome, the way he works in lives and in hearts to draw us closer to him.
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
he hears me
Tonight God showed me again how much he loves me, how he hears me, how he knows me and hurts for me. On Wednesday nights at my church, we start off with half an hour of prayer, individually and then in groups. Someone talks for ten minutes about a Psalm - we started with Psalm 1 and are going through the whole book - and then we have individual prayer. Tonight the psalm spoke to me because it seems like God is using David to say, "You're not alone. I went through this, and God was here with me." It was like God was speaking directly to my heart, saying, "Lauren, I love you. I hurt for you when you're hurting."
The psalm was Psalm 13. It says,
"How long, O Lord ? Will you forget me forever? How long will you hide your face from me? How long must I wrestle with my thoughts and every day have sorrow in my heart? How long will my enemy triumph over me?
Look on me and answer, O Lord my God. Give light to my eyes, or I will sleep in death; my enemy will say, "I have overcome him," and my foes will rejoice when I fall.
But I trust in your unfailing love; my heart rejoices in your salvation. I will sing to the Lord, for he has been good to me."
For the past several months, I haven't been able to sleep at night because of all these thoughts overtaking me. I've always been the kind of girl who needs to have everything planned out in advance, so not knowing what my future will be is something that brings me great anxiety. As well, I've been struggling with being discouraged. Often it seems like when one thing is resolved, another thing comes up to worry me.
So when David says, "How long must I wrestle with my thoughts and every day have sorrow in my heart?" I can empathize with him. Wrestling with thoughts...it's a perfect metaphor for the kind of rushed, crazy thoughts I have as I wait for sleep to come. I push them away, but they scream raucously for my attention, coming upon me again and again. One moment I'm on top of them and I am trusting God, but the next moment I fall and I'm disheartened once again. Satan is "overcoming me," and I'm too exhausted to care. But no matter how tired I am, I can't fall asleep. So these thoughts come on me again. It's like a vicious cycle.
But those last two verses were like balm for my weary soul, just a sip of hope so I can get through. "But I trust in your unfailing love; my heart rejoices in your salvation. I will sing to the Lord, for he has been good to me." How amazing it is that he loves me. And it says right there that his love for me is unfailing. No matter how many times I fail and I fall, my God is always going to love me. When I feel discouraged, I can remember that, and my heart can rejoice in his salvation, the fact that his unfailing love for me was what caused him to send his son so that I can have everlasting life with him. Often I don't feel like singing to the Lord, or letting my heart rejoice, but that last line is so true. He has been good to me. When it feels like I'm going through a valley, I can remember all the wonderful things he has done for me, and it comforts me.
Right now my heart is rejoicing in his salvation, and I am singing to the Lord because he has been good to me, but I know I won't always be so sure, so confident. But I know that I can trust him because of his unfailing love for me.
That's all for now -
Lauren
The psalm was Psalm 13. It says,
"How long, O Lord ? Will you forget me forever? How long will you hide your face from me? How long must I wrestle with my thoughts and every day have sorrow in my heart? How long will my enemy triumph over me?
Look on me and answer, O Lord my God. Give light to my eyes, or I will sleep in death; my enemy will say, "I have overcome him," and my foes will rejoice when I fall.
But I trust in your unfailing love; my heart rejoices in your salvation. I will sing to the Lord, for he has been good to me."
For the past several months, I haven't been able to sleep at night because of all these thoughts overtaking me. I've always been the kind of girl who needs to have everything planned out in advance, so not knowing what my future will be is something that brings me great anxiety. As well, I've been struggling with being discouraged. Often it seems like when one thing is resolved, another thing comes up to worry me.
So when David says, "How long must I wrestle with my thoughts and every day have sorrow in my heart?" I can empathize with him. Wrestling with thoughts...it's a perfect metaphor for the kind of rushed, crazy thoughts I have as I wait for sleep to come. I push them away, but they scream raucously for my attention, coming upon me again and again. One moment I'm on top of them and I am trusting God, but the next moment I fall and I'm disheartened once again. Satan is "overcoming me," and I'm too exhausted to care. But no matter how tired I am, I can't fall asleep. So these thoughts come on me again. It's like a vicious cycle.
But those last two verses were like balm for my weary soul, just a sip of hope so I can get through. "But I trust in your unfailing love; my heart rejoices in your salvation. I will sing to the Lord, for he has been good to me." How amazing it is that he loves me. And it says right there that his love for me is unfailing. No matter how many times I fail and I fall, my God is always going to love me. When I feel discouraged, I can remember that, and my heart can rejoice in his salvation, the fact that his unfailing love for me was what caused him to send his son so that I can have everlasting life with him. Often I don't feel like singing to the Lord, or letting my heart rejoice, but that last line is so true. He has been good to me. When it feels like I'm going through a valley, I can remember all the wonderful things he has done for me, and it comforts me.
Right now my heart is rejoicing in his salvation, and I am singing to the Lord because he has been good to me, but I know I won't always be so sure, so confident. But I know that I can trust him because of his unfailing love for me.
That's all for now -
Lauren
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