Okay, so this is kind of a rant but at the same time I just want to express myself as if I'm writing in a journal...
Alright, so tonight I went to go cheer on my husband's 7th grade basketball team for their last game. As I was sitting there in the bleachers, there was a group of middle school kids talking behind me. They were pretty loud, obnoxious, and awkward... normal for that age, right? There was one thing that really caught me off guard though. A cute little girl had the worst mouth. Every other word was a cuss word and she acted like it was okay. She was saying some really disgusting things about her and her 'boyfriend' to her friends, and I was mortified. Soon enough, a parent turned around and said something along the lines as to "please watch your mouth"... her response? An eye roll and a rude "okay." A friend of hers said she just disrespected an adult and I agreed, but the girl could care less... she went on and said, "let's go continue this conversation outside," so they did.
I was shocked. It had me boiling the rest of the game, but I had to brush it off...
On my way home, I started thinking (which is something I am constantly doing when I am in the car alone). Why are middle school kids like that?! I remember so many of them being that same way when I was in middle school, so not too much has changed... except it probably has gotten a little worse due to social media (unfortunately)... Me in middle school? Oh, I was the awkward bassoon player, didn't make the 7th grade cheerleading team, math loving, "prude" and "goody-good." I was constantly called the last two names, but did I care? Yeah, probably at the time but it didn't change me for some reason.
Okay, so as I'm thinking about these things, I'm thinking... heck! Let's play some of my old favorite songs from middle school. I found an album I was obsessed with in middle school AND high school, and started belting it out... but then the belting turned into tears. Like, horrendous sobbing. Not because I was reminiscing or missing "those days".... but I realized that my favorite album was actually made by a Christian band. I knew every word to every song, but didn't even know what I was singing about back in "those days." I definitely knew there was a God, but I had no relationship with Him whatsoever. I couldn't tell you anything about Him except that Christmas was the celebration of Jesus' birth. It wasn't until my second year of college that I accepted the Lord into my life.
So what's the point of this? Like I said, this is more of a journal entry, but it's insane to think about this: God's timing and why He does certain things... and you don't realize them until later on... and when you do, it's amazing.
It's incredible to know that back then I was worshiping Him and I didn't even know it. The songs were full of praise and prayer, and believe it or not, I was doing those things at the time and HAD NO IDEA. That music (and of course my awesome parents) kept me out of trouble and onto the path towards Him.
So knowing that, I'm looking back at earlier tonight and I all I can do is pray for that young girl. I know nothing about her, but I care so much about her! I pray God speaks to her and that she will soon realize His love is greater than everything she is going through right now.
I just thought I'd share.
Okay, long post over. Have a good night!