Normal Doesn't Change Anything

Letting Love In

Early last June, a night I’ll never forget,

A landmark in life, the night God and I met.

I’d been invited to youth group, given my word to a friend,

And had come only so I wouldn’t offend.

I’d come in a bit late, heard the band, saw the lights,

Thought “Is this even church?” slightly awed by the sight.

I stood there in silence, being awkward and still,

Until during one song, I was suddenly filled,

With an indescribable feeling, and overwhelming peace,

It made my head spin, and both knees went weak.

The music was muted, every object seemed to shine,

 As if everyone’s life had paused except mine.

The feeling soon faded, leaving me confused but at ease,

And then the pastor stood up, and seemed to only speak to me:

“Someone out there is experiencing something they can’t even explain.”

His few words hit me, strong as a hurricane.

I then knew that the feeling was discovery of new life,

God saying He was there, and would help me in life.

Jesus, You’re the end of all my troubles, the cure for every pain,

And You’re the start of all my triumphs, Thank God my life is changed.

I am, as you would say, a “bible thumper”, a “church kid” , a “goody goody” , whatever you choose to label me as. I have not gone to church for my whole life, but that’s not even important anymore, because a time frame doesn’t matter with Jesus. Anyways, I’m not sure if it’s because I’m old fashioned, if it’s because I go to church, or if it’s just my character, but I have high values. I don’t want to throw my purity away to some random guy in high school, and I want to live a good life, not because the church has forced it upon me, as many may judge, but because I want to. And not many people my age think the same way, I’ll tell you that. This became obvious when we had a debate in health class about abortions and what not. Everyone was talking about sex and babies as if it were something that could happen tomorrow, or next year. I’m in grade 8 by the way….. All I could think was “There’s a reason the poem  goes FIRST comes LOVE, then comes MARRIGE, then comes the mother with the BABY carrige.” I’ve been singled out in a sense, because I believe waiting til marrige is the right way to go about sex, that it’s the way it’s supposed to be. It’s hard though, because the twisted values of most of the kids in the world don’t understand where I’m coming from……I’m ready to be tempted, and I’m sure to be teased about this, but this is all I can say “That store ain’t open til there’s a ring on the finger” (; Ahahhaa, But that’s just ME.

Chelsea <3