The Christian Teen

my life for Him

“Ate, wake up na.” I hear my Mom whisper as I gently flutter my eyes open to focus on the notes hovering above me from the double deck bed (which I and my little sister share). The notes read: “Smile! Jesus woke you up today!” and “The only one who can satisfy the human heart is the One who made it.” The notes seem to be falling off and I know they’re not very nice. I made them during the mid-summer just for reminders to keep me going on. I saw my mom’s face hovering over me too, giving me a light peck on the forehead as my sight came into focus. I nod half asleep and she leaves the room I don’t know what day it is.

I gently close my eyes again to say thanks to my Best Friend. He can’t be seen or else I would incinerate to a billion pieces. I know He’s awake and listening. He never sleeps, you know. He’s been with me through everything. I whisper “Thank You Lord Jesus for another day…”

 I slowly drift back into the arms of sleep but that all changes when I feel mom taking away my pink polka - dotted pillow which I always hug. The warm feeling of the pillow faded. I groaned and flipped on my back.

I heard Mom say “Wake up na! It’s a Sunday today! You don’t want to go to Church?” I jump up at that thought and force the sleep away. I groggily walk over to the dining table and find a warm breakfast prepared. I find plates of fried rice, hotdogs, and eggs on the table. I see my purple dining plate and the silver spoon and fork placed on top of my plate. Right beside my plate and utensils, I find a hot cup of coffee and a cup of cool water. Mom knows I prefer cool water in the morning. Dad and Mom join me for breakfast while my sister floats away in the land of dreams. We begin the meal by simple prayers of “thank You, Lord”.

“WAKE UP NA!” I hear Mom half laughing, half yelling from the cold shower I typically have on Sunday mornings. This was just really typical. Dragging my sister out of bed really takes some time. I quickly wash the shampoo and soap off my hair and body. I take my dark – green colored towel and dry myself off. I put on my baby pink colored bathrobe and wrap my medium – length, faded red hair in my green towel. I had my hair colored a mahogany red in the summer but it faded as time passed.

As I get out of the shower covered with towels, I see my sister on the couch waiting for her turn to shower. As she sees me she sighs and gets up groggily. I put on jeans and striped blouse after some difficult decisions on what to wear to church. I wear my faded bronze Eiffel tower necklace and fix my bag. I choose a brown polka – dotted bag at first but it did not seem to fit the outfit. So I went for a plain brown sling bag. Mom asks what I want to wear for my feet. I choose my light brown boots with the studded brown gems on the side. For my make-up I choose a light bronze and apply my typical foundation. My family gets ready, too.

Before leaving home, we pray for safe travel. The sun shines and the birds chirp. It is a warm typical Sunday morning. We walk going to the tricycle area right out of the subdivision we live in. My mood typically changes on random Sunday mornings. I could either be in a bad mood or in a good one. This time I felt really good. We arrive at Church and the service begins. I sing my heart out to Jesus during the worship service and everything feels okay. After the service I eat my lunch alongside my youth group. I spent half of the afternoon with them before going home again.

Yes, that would be my typical Sunday.