Wednesday came as a blow from the start. I woke up late having no idea what I was going to wear being that for some reason none of my nice clothes seem to fit right anymore. I had to dress up for a field trip I was going on and could not find, for the life of me, one single dress pant that fit, this is coming from girl with so many clothes I can’t even remember all of what I have, (That might just be the problem.) Well anyways I finally dug out a skirt from the bottom of my closet that I have not seen in ages and a shirt hanging in the back of my mother’s closet, threw on some jewelry and make-up and was ready to go. But being that I live in a household of 13 other people, I had to wait. It didn’t seem like God wanted me to get to school on time at all because, one boy was missing a shoe and a tooth that he was frantically searching for, one was still in his P.J’s, one was yelling at my mother for not giving him another glass of juice, one was screaming all kinds of hateful words (boys of their age should not know) and saying crazy thing like “I want to be the devil when I grow up” at my father for only God knows what, one was pretending he was a monkey and I was a tree, one (the birthday boy) was singing happy birthday to himself at the top of his lungs, and who knows what the other two were doing, nothing good I’m sure. After every boy was clothed and calmed down enough to maybe pile up in our big white van, we were marching on our way to get in when my mother gets a phone call… my sister got in an accident on her way to work and her car was totaled, she was panicked so we had to stop everything and figure out what was all going on with her, (she is safe, her car not so much). Once we were reassured that she was okay we piled up in the van and started off to school, I was late… very late. I was scared I was going to miss the buss for the trip but thank goodness I made it. The field trip was good I saw “Guys And Dolls”, great musical I suggest seeing it. The rest of the day was pretty easy until we went to church. When I got home from school things seemed to be very calm for our house not very often that there’s a peaceful moment in between the beatings from our boys. I was suspicious, kind of like “the calm before the storm”. Well I was definitely right in my thinking, I rode with my mother in our new car while my dad and brother took the boys in the van, when we meet up in the parking lot of the church we found out that apparently the boys were drawling obscene pictures of the human body and holding them up in the window for neighboring cars to see, they drew, for a few examples, a woman’s top half with a male bottom half, a woman bent down slapping her rear, a photo of a woman’s lower half with the word “pussy” (but they even misspelled it), and other photos of naked woman doing all kinds of things. I understand that they are young and curious about these kind of things and that’s okay it was just the inappropriate scenes that made me feel disgusted with their actions. After my parents got on to them one of our boys flipped out and started screaming at the top of his lungs some very colorful words, all the while my whole youth group is outside playing and can hear it all. Sometimes I just have to laugh at them because of the context in which they use curse words it does not make any since. For instance one might say (pardon my French I’m merely repeating the words of a nine year old), “I’m a little ni***r whore, a**, b**ch, f**king a** whole!”, sad I know and yes that is what he called himself. It got so bad that he was threating people’s lives so my dad had to get a cop to come talk to him, that worked scared him poopless! After that my parents decided to take all the boys home and just leave my brother and me at the church with the car. So my brother and I got to go in and worship our Father, our beautiful savior, I had to keep thanking God all night that he is able to always love the boys, because without God and his peace he puts in my heart I might have murdered 8 little boys last night. My worship last night was so intimate with God I didn’t want it to end. One more thing I want to share with you, I have this weird thing I do before I start to worship, my shoes HAVE to be off. For some reason I don’t feel close enough to God when my shoes are on. My day started with chaos and an unsettled heart and ended with peace and a settled heart, all because I have a Jesus that loves me and knows how much I can take for one day. <3
