Oh my, it’s already somehow almost the end of February 2020. Yes, 2020. It seems like
just yesterday I was baking cookies with my mom instead of attending an Algebra 2 honors class
or stressing over my formal lab report for AP Chemistry. How has time just seemed to fly by?
Now, as I approach my junior year, angst threatens to suppress the joy I should be feeling
throughout these last couple high-school years as I look forward to my future and the plans that
God has in store. There’s so much utter possibility. I could do anything, be anything.
As I sit and write this while looking out my window, these are the thoughts that are
seeping from the crevices of my mind. In all honesty, I love thinking about the future. I compare
the feeling to that of walking through an airport. One can go anywhere. Board a plan and be off
to an exotic country the next instant. The possibilities are endless, and it’s exciting to dream,
barely being able to fathom the large expanse of the world we live in. But alongside these
thoughts come ones of complete and utter awe. What a world we live in—to stop and think,
really think, about our lives is quite the place to dwell. Even the days filled with struggle, the
days when the egg rolls off the counter and breaks, when your favorite pair of pants rip, when a loved one passes, or even the day your parents tell you they’re getting a divorce,
there is so much to be in astonishment at.
I love words. I think a well written poem or even a paragraph is one of the most beautiful
things ever. I spend hours reading quotes, and there’s one quote especially that hit me the other
day and left me reeling from its affect for a moment. It goes as follows: “I hope there are days
when your coffee tastes like magic, your playlist makes you dance, strangers make you smile,
and the night sky touches your soul. I hope you fall in love with being alive.” As I reflected on
these words, I was blown away. It’s the little things. That phrase is so cliché, I do recognize that.
However, it’s so incredibly true. There are so many things to be happy about, thankful for, every
Now that I’ve poured out my very honest thoughts, I was reading Psalms and trying to
choose one to write on. There’s so much wealth in that book; I flipped to the back of the book,
and read the first verse of Psalm 150, the very last chapter. Instantly, I said “This, this is what
I’m writing on.” Every line begins with the same word: praise. All this joy, the feeling of raw
possibility, the excitement for the future, the thankfulness for the present, and all the little things,
are because of Him. The Lord, our Lord, created this world and wants His followers to live
according to Him and in happiness. At the same time, He also wants to drastically bless them.
This doesn’t mean that there will be no pain, no anger, or zero tears. In fact, quite the opposite.
He will challenge his followers and because the world is imperfect and full of sin, life will not be
simple or hurt free. But even in all that, in the grasp of sin and in the midst of struggle, one must
still praise Him. Because you woke up, and that warm shower, and the fresh fruit you ate after,
and the way the sun feels on your skin, and the laughter your best friend brings you, that’s all
because of Him.
To close, read the words of Psalm 150, and whether in tears bowed down, or in gratified
song, praise Him. “Praise the Lord. Praise God in his sanctuary; praise him in his mighty
heavens. Praise him for his acts of power; praise him for his surpassing greatness. Praise him
with the sounding of the trumpet, praise him with the harp and lyre, praise him with timbrel and
dancing, praise him with the strings and pipe, praise him with the clash of cymbals, praise him
with resounding cymbals. Let everything that has breath praise the Lord. Praise the Lord.”
Amaya Leiby (15) is on staff with CLM/TPS Chapel and a student at The Potter's School.