Mercy and random thoughts

This evening, a few minutes ago, I knew the feeling I wanted to describe in this post but was unsure of how to articulate it. Moreover, I was concerned that this blog has been too much of a downer of late, although I am trying to give God the glory in the midst of (to put it poetically) storms and wilderness. So I began scrolling through past entries to review my recent sharing. Exactly to the second as I begin reading the lyrics from "Beautiful Lord," Jeremy began strumming his guitar in the next room and singing, "When the storm is raging all around me, You are the peace that calms my troubled sea." And so on and so forth. So, of course, I start crying because God is quite good and the moment is an example of the second verse: "When my weakness is all I can give, Your gentle Spirit gives me strength again." This is how I feel most days. I do my thing: tutor, data entry, take the SAT, clean my room, talk to friends, think too much, make birthday cards, finish buying Christmas presents, put together shoeboxes for OCC, write letters, read about humanitarian crises, play Boggle, etc. (Working only part-time and still don't get around to watching many movies.)And I do my thing despite varying degrees of weariness and brokenness. It's quite a beautiful thing, actually. I don't enjoy it, but it's quite extraordinary (literally). Pop always says some of the most profound prayers are "Help, Lord!" I concur.

Here are some of my random thoughts from today:

Will the New Earth look like the Old One? If so, pre- or post-Pangea?
From the viewpoint of babies, tear-free shampoo has to be one of the best inventions. (I mean, they don't really care about disposable diapers or bottles or cute outfits.)
The passage-based reading sections of the SAT are the meanest.
How does the Oreo company mold the cookies?
Why does cats' hair stop growing at such a short length relative to humans' head hair?