By: Rukshani Weerasooriya
Age: 15

It was playing on the radio again - the music that made her whole being sway. She couldn't turn it off. Her fingers felt stiff, her will, stubborn, stubborn to her ever pricking conscience. Her thoughts were black and misty. Her mind was a blank to everything but the music. Her heart was neutral and rarely responded to the still small voice from within her sole. What attracted her to such music? She asked herself that everyday but never received a proper answer.

"I need to listen to it" she told herself. "It relaxes me…controls me…I NEED IT" she repeated as the vibes on her stereo system turned even wilder than before. The guitars smashed, vocalists yelled. "I came in to this world as a reject, look into these eyes then you'll see the size of the flames" she heard these lines so often that they had almost eaten into her very personality.

"I'm a reject" she told people. "I don't care about what happens …why should I?"

Are these signs of a self absorbed, conceited, teenager or are they the cries for help from a mistaken young sole?

She stretched her hand out and turned the booming stereo off. Her world was still. Her spirit spinning. She felt lost and alone. Deep down within, she knew that God the father was watching, God the son was hurting and God the Holy spirit was speaking. Was she listening? Could she hear him through her struggle? She fell on her face in desperation, the tears rolling down her cheeks. Her heart aching with guilt, sorrow, remorse. This wasn't where she had wanted to be in life - depressed and desperate, crying on the floor. He knocked at the doors of her heart. Once…twice…thrice. She didn't know how to let him into her life.

She said, "God, what am I doing?" and fell in to a fit of tears.

Her head felt dull as she heard a simple melody. It came from within, from her innermost being, her sole, from the Holy Spirit of God. She lifted her head and surged forth in life, never once wanting to go back to the dark mist she was in. She no longer felt herself a reject. The flames in her eyes were put out. The eternal anthem of peace and love sounded from the depths of her sole. Her life had a purpose, it wasn't going to be easy to fulfill it, but she had the will to survive.

GOD IS GOOD.