It's ripe. It's time.

The Lord will be with us. Never will He depart. Never will He forsake us.
He is our God, our King, and I am in awe that He would still love us even after all the things we have done against.


God has truly been my refuge. He is slowly and steadily, but peacefully and quietly, building my foundation, my fortress up. Strong-willed. No cracks. No faults. Nothing.
During my time with Z, we prayed for an hour before youth. It was nice. It was good. To worship and praise God and thanking him for all the things he's done for us.


Later, he pulled me aside. Took me to the sanctuary. We stood where the pastor stood to speak. No light. But the small sunlight fading in the window. We looked out in the empty seats. The quiet room. Silence.


Speaking, teaching me the ways of how a pastor gives a message. How, you have to be ready. Put your heart in the right place. Explaining. What he, himself, does.


Then, silence.


Looking around. Seeing how God built ACC. How silent, but praise worthy was it for me to stand there. In that dark room. Afterward, I told Z how I've been praying about being a youth pastor.
He looked at me and said,
"I already knew you were going to a pastor, but didn't which one."


As He walked away toward the youth room. 
I processed those words in my head.
I smiled. And thought. "God, I'm ready."




"In the fear of the LORD one has strong confidence, and his children will have a refuge."
                                                                ~Proverbs 14:26


P.S. I have been asking a teacher and praying about making a PraySing Club. Please please pray for it. I know some great Christians out there in our school. I want to unite them all. 
Its time to leave a mark on this high school before I leave. A mark that'll glorify God forever and ever.